“No, it’s okay.” She couldn’t risk being seen by Butch. Lacey got the feeling Butch would ruin the club’s chance of revenge. She didn’t agree with what they were doing to Butch, but she knew they deserved a chance to find some solace.
“We don’t have to go walking through town. I can see you don’t want a lot of people around you.”
“How?” she asked.
“Spending your time at a graveyard gives away you want some privacy.”
What harm would it do to walk with him a little while? He took hold of her hand. Together they walked out of the graveyard. Lacey wasn’t scared as they took off in the direction away from town.
Her hand was nice and warm within his. She closed her eyes for seconds just enjoying the feel of his hand around hers.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, this is nice. Different, but nice.”
“I like taking walks. They help to clear my head when nothing else will.”
“Do you still get nightmares?” she asked, running her thumb over the scar of his palm.
He squeezed her hand and didn’t answer. They started to walk along a dark alleyway. Whizz made her feel safe, happy. He tugged her toward the wall and stopped.
“What are you doing?” she asked. He caught her hand above her head.
“Who are you?” His question caught her off guard.
“I told you I’m Lacey.”
“Lacey who?”
She shook her head. “This is not how this works, Whizz. I’m not going to give you my name so you can run a check on me.”
“What makes you think I’m going to run anything on you?”
“I saw the way you were with that laptop and your name. I bet you’ve got a thing for computers and know your way around anything, even a government system filled with identities. I’m not an idiot.” He held her trapped against the wall, and yet she wasn’t frightened. Whizz wouldn’t hurt her.
She licked her lips, and she noticed his gaze dropped to the action.
“I’m going to find out who you are.”
They were alone down a dark alley. She was an idiot for being pulled out of the open.
“Then continue trying to find answers. I’ve got nothing to hide.”
Whizz stared at her lips then returned his gaze back to her eyes. The tension inside him changed. Heat flooded her pu**y at the way he was staring at her.
The distance between them grew less as he got closer. Within the next second, his lips were on hers.
Gasping, she opened her mouth, and Whizz took advantage pressing his tongue inside her mouth.
Moaning, she circled her arm around his neck. Whizz released her hand to sink his hand within her hair. The hood was pushed out of the way as he deepened the kiss.
He lifted her up off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her up against the wall.
“Fuck!” He cursed, kissing down her neck.
She didn’t know what was happening to her, only that she couldn’t control the pleasure.
One hand moved from her ass to cup her br**sts. Crying out, Lacey didn’t fight him as he started to tear at her jeans. He released her long enough to release the belt holding them up. She worked the belt on his jeans, and then he was lifting her up with his hands on her ass. Lacey didn’t care that she was partly naked. He ran the tip of his c**k through her slit, positioned himself at her entrance, and slammed inside. Neither of them took their time in bringing them pleasure. She’d been wet from the moment he held her hands above her head.
Lacey cried out, biting down on his shoulder as the pleasure and pain collided. He was the first man in twenty years she’d been with. All of the other men she’d tried to be with hadn’t succeeded. The horrible memories of the past wouldn’t rest with other men. She didn’t know what it was about Whizz. He completed her somehow. Maybe it was because of the pain he suffered before, but whatever it was, she loved the feel of him inside her.
“Fuck, you’re incredibly tight.”
She blocked out everything else and focused on Whizz. He pulled out of her body only to press deeper inside her. Both of his hands held her tight against him. She knew, in her heart, that this was the first time he’d been with a woman since his own attack. It wasn’t easy to put yourself out there after an attack. She’d tried and failed over the years. Whizz was the first man she’d allowed within her body. Lacey knew deep in her heart that he would also be the last man she was with.
Whizz stared up into her eyes.
They were connected in more ways than they even realized. She didn’t want to let him go.
Over and over, he f**ked her against the wall, drawing the pleasure out. The world passed them by, and Lacey wouldn’t have spent the afternoon doing anything else but feeling him glide inside her.
Chapter Eleven
Whenever Tiny was away on a ride, Eva tended to spend most of her time at home taking care of the kids and keeping to herself. This time Baker was sticking around at Tiny’s orders while she tried to arrange the town hall for the wedding. Tiny and Alex’s instructions had been for her to organize the town hall making it easier to target Gonzalez and his men.
Putting the phone down, Eva put the price of the town hall down beside the quotes she was getting. It would be cheaper for her to organize the wedding at the clubhouse. Renting out the town hall was expensive. She knew many couples had gone to the town hall to be married. Were they overcharging her because of The Skulls?
“What’s the matter?” Baker asked, sitting in the chair with a sleeping Tabitha on his chest.
It was such a shame that Baker didn’t have a family of his own. He would have been an amazing father.
“I’m getting prices for this double wedding. Tiny wants it at the town hall and so do the couples.” She blew out a breath. “I think I’m being overcharged because of who I am.”
“Then go and visit them or get a quote from someone who has used the town hall before. Once you get the price, you can go back and start to haggle over the price.”
Miles was lying beside her sleeping deeply.
“Are you happy at The Skulls?” she asked, resting her chin on her hand.
“It’s interesting. I never expected to enjoy being around so many people. When Sammy died, I lost everything. I didn’t want to be around anyone. At the club, they don’t give you time to think about what you’ve lost. I need that right now in my life.”
Eva smiled. “I’m sorry you’ve lost so much, but I’m glad you’re finding a way to cope. It’s how it should be.”