“You are. Tiny just has business on his mind. Eva’s father is not happy either, and he’s making waves to get her back to Vegas. Alex is intervening. We need you, brother. You chose the wrong f**king year to have a breakdown.” Lash put his hand on Edward’s shoulder.
“I need this, Lash. Don’t leave me out in the dark.” He hated begging, but if he had to beg and literally kiss Tiny’s ass then he’d do it. Edward didn’t have just himself to think about. Sophia was his woman, and he needed to protect her.
“It’s the rules, brother. I wish you were there as well. At the moment, you’re not part of club business. You are the business.” Lash slapped him on the shoulder.
“Talk to Tiny. Chaos Bleeds is not the answer for us.”
“They’re friends, Edward. They’re our only answer if the rumors circulating are true.”
Grinding his teeth, Edward did his best to keep his opinions in check.
“What is it?” Lash asked.
“Nothing.”
His brother gave him a pointed look. “I’ve seen you do that look many times before. You’ve got something on your mind, so spit it out.”
Sophia ran her fingers up and down his chest, calming him.
“Tell him what’s troubling you.”
“If Chaos Bleeds comes to town then we’re not going to look strong at all. People will know that we can’t control our town. If Tiny brings them in, then he needs to make sure no one knows why.”
Lash nodded. “I’ll tell him. I’m sure he hasn’t considered that.”
His brother slapped him on the shoulder and went back to Angel. Edward watched them all go wishing he was taking Sophia with him back to the clubhouse. Crap, he’d have to get a place for them. He wouldn’t be able to handle her little apartment.
“You’re still tense. Come on, we’ll get you cleaned up,” Sophia said.
He followed her through to the area of the factory where they’d been staying.
“I’m curious about this place. Why are there a kitchen, bathroom, and living quarters?” Sophia asked, distracting him.
Edward chuckled. “This was the staff quarters of the food factory. Some of the guys converted this to suit their needs. We’ve always had plans for this place, but nothing has come of it.”
She helped him remove his clothing. Glancing down at his body he saw the bruises from the jabs the guys had gotten in. “Give me a number on a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst and one being not so bad. How does my face look?” A couple of the guys had gotten a few punches to the face.
“About an eight.”
He cursed. “I take it there will be no kisses for me?” he asked.
Sophia chuckled. “You just got your ass kicked and you’re more concerned about being kissed?”
“I’m an optimist. Kiss me, baby. Make it all better.”
Edward was sat on a chair in the makeshift bathroom with his woman stood between his legs. He ran his fingers up and down her thighs, wanting to feel her bare flesh against him.
She leaned down and gently brushed her lips against his. He didn’t want gentle. Edward wanted hard and rough. Reaching around her head, he pulled her tighter against him, ignoring the pain.
“You’ll hurt yourself.”
“I don’t care. Kiss me, baby.” He moved down going to the button of her jeans. When he’d walked into the gym prepared to take his beating he’d put sex to the back of his mind. Right now, his c**k was rock hard, and the only person who could satisfy the craving deep inside him was standing between his thighs.
“We can’t,” she said, trying to pull away.
“We can.”
“You’re hurt.”
“Not enough to not want you.” He took hold of her hand pressing her palm against his rock hard cock. “See, I want you.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re always hard.”
Sophia removed his clothing until he was stood before her naked.
“Take your jeans off.”
“Edward, be serious.”
“If you don’t want me to f**k you then fine. If you do, then take your f**king jeans off and get to your knees.”
Her eyes widened, and her cheeks were a deep red. She loved being bossed around, and Edward was more than happy to do that. Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned her jeans and started to push them down her thighs.
Kneeling down before her, he pushed the jeans the last of the way. His patience was fast running out.
“Come on, Sophia. I need inside your cunt.”
“You’re too f**king crass.”
He slapped her ass, getting turned on by her cussing. She yelped but didn’t move away. Sophia went to her knees before him. Her lush ass faced him. Opening her knees slightly, he ran his fingers through her tight wet slit. His woman was dripping wet and ready for him.
He’d never grow tired of her sweetness.
“Edward, don’t tease me,” she said. Her voice sounded breathless.
“Are you feeling needy?” he asked.
“You know I am.”
“Then tell me to f**k you hard.”
He heard her growl, and the sound make him chuckle.
“Fuck me, Edward.”
Gripping his cock, he ran the tip through her cream, coating his shaft. He bumped her cl*t with the tip of his dick.
She cried out, trying to push back against him. Edward held her in place with a grip on her hips.
“I’m not letting you go. I’m in charge, Sophia. Stop trying to take over.” He slapped her ass, and he loved the red of his hand print on her pale flesh. She was never going sunbathing on his watch. He loved the paleness of her skin. The marks he put on her would always be visible to him and to the world.
“Stop hitting me,” she said.
He guided his c**k to her core and slammed deep inside. She screamed but didn’t fight him. “I’m spanking you, babe.” He slapped her ass again.
Her cunt rippled around his shaft. His love taps were turning her on.
“Stop it,” she said.
“No, I’m not stopping anything. I feel how turned on you are. Stop fighting it.”
“It’s not right.” She moaned as he reached around to finger her nub.
“Don’t give a f**k about what’s right or not. I care about what feels good. Go with it. Don’t fight it.”
She moaned, slamming back against him.
“Take your shirt off. I want you naked.”
Her head rested on the floor as her hands worked the shirt. He reached around to stroke her cl*t as she got na**d for him.