Spider (Hades Abyss MC 1) Page 8

  “Oh, God! Oh, God! Spider!”

  He fucked me with it, hard short strokes. The noises coming from me sounded inhuman as I rode the edge of pleasure. Spider pulled the toy from inside me and rubbed my clit with it again. He alternated between teasing me and fucking me, making me feel like I was losing my mind as I came again and again. I hadn’t even known such a thing was possible. Spider wrung yet another release from me. My thighs were shaking and my body was slick with sweat.

  “Can’t,” I murmured. “Can’t come again. Too much.”

  He shut off the toy and tossed it aside, then gripped my thighs and pulled me closer. I gasped as his cock brushed against me.

  “Spider, no. You’ll hurt yourself.”

  “Let me worry about that. Need you, baby girl. Too damn much.”

  I bit my lip, not wanting to argue because I needed him every bit as much. He sank into me, his hand gripping my ass. Spider’s eyes slid shut a moment, a look of complete bliss crossing his face. He pumped in and out of me, long slow strokes. The push and pull of his cock felt incredible. It wasn’t the hard fucking I’d grown accustomed to, but it was just as amazing, if not better. Spider reached for the toy again and turned it back on. He used it to tease my clit as he thrust again and again.

  “Spider.” I moaned, gripping the sheets tight. “So good. Don’t stop.”

  “Come on my cock, baby girl. Give me that cream.”

  I whimpered as he turned the toy up another notch. It only took a moment before I was screaming his name. He grunted as he drove his cock into me and I felt his cum filling me up. I came twice more before he stopped, buried inside me and bracing his weight on one hand. His breathing was labored, and his face was flushed. I glanced at his shoulder, happy to see the stitches were holding.

  “Not old,” I said. “You can never call yourself that again. Any man who can make me come that many times, and get hard twice in the same hour, is far from old.”

  He chuckled, then shut off the toy. Slowly, he pulled free of my body and rolled onto his side with a groan. I cuddled against him while trying not to hurt him. Spider pressed a kiss to my forehead.

  “I’m tingling from head to toe,” I murmured.

  “I think you can come a few more times,” he said.

  “No,” I said quickly.

  “Mmm. Bet you can.” He picked up the toy and held it out to me, but I didn’t reach for it. “I want to watch you get yourself off.”

  My mouth dropped open and my eyes went wide as I stared at him. He wanted me to what? He put the toy into my hand and propped himself on his elbow.

  “Come on, baby girl. Give me a show.” He winked and smiled.

  I stared at the toy a moment, then clicked it on. Stretching out on my back, I spread my thighs and teased my clit. I circled the nub slowly, drawing out the pleasure. My gaze locked with Spider’s, then dropped to his chest, down his abs, and to his cock which was still wet from our mingled release. I bit my lip and worked my clit harder. When my orgasm tore through me, I plunged the toy into my pussy and fucked myself with it hard and fast.

  “That’s it,” he murmured. “Come for me again.”

  I pulled the toy out and rubbed it on my clit once more, spreading my thighs wider. My hips lifted and I felt Spider cup my ass with his hand. His fingers slid between my ass cheeks and I gasped as he rubbed the tight hole hidden there. He used my cream to lubricate me, then fucked my ass with his finger as I used the toy to get off again. I was nearly crying the emotions were so intense.

  Spider took the toy from me, easing it out of my pussy, then pressing it against that tight ring of muscle. I gasped as he pressed the tip inside. He didn’t push it in any farther, just held it there a moment before pulling it back out.

  “I’m going to fuck you there one day,” he said. “But only when you beg me for it.”

  “Spider,” I said softly.

  “Rest, Luciana. We’ll get cleaned up after a nap. Or maybe I’ll make you come some more.”

  I sighed and closed my eyes, curling against him.

  “Stay?” I asked softly.

  “Of course. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than here with you.” He lightly touched my belly. “Both of you.”

  “Ryker doesn’t like me,” I said.

  “Ryker doesn’t have to, but he does have to refrain from being an asshole when he visits. I’ll handle my son. Although, one phone call and I’m sure Laken will sort him out pretty quick. She wouldn’t have tolerated his bullshit.”

  “I’d like to meet her, and your grandson.” I smiled sleepily. “Does this mean I’m a grandma?”

  He chuckled softly. “Yeah, guess it does. Don’t worry. Laken and Gabriel will love you, and Ryker will come around. I haven’t had a woman in my life since his mother, even though I couldn’t stand her. It’s probably a little strange for him to see me with someone, especially someone younger than him.”

  “He did seem rather hung up on our age difference. And the baby.” I rubbed my belly. “I don’t want to cause a problem between you and your family, Spider.”

  He pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re my family now too, Luciana. You and the baby. I’m not letting you go, regardless of whether my son gets his head out of his ass or not.”

  He grunted as he lay flat on the bed and I leaned over him. The wound in his shoulder seemed to be healing well. With a nudge, I got him to roll onto his stomach and I winced when I saw the one in his lower back. It was angry and red, a little swollen, and when I touched it, it felt overly warm. I didn’t know much about gunshot wounds, but I knew the moment he fell asleep I was calling Dread. Something didn’t seem right with it, and I’d feel better if the club doctor looked at him. And I’d have to find a way to keep my hands off Spider, and make sure he didn’t push himself too hard. We shouldn’t have had sex. I’d only meant to relieve some of his tension, not take things even further.

  I’d only been his wife for less than two weeks and already I felt like I was failing him. I hoped when the baby came that I’d be a better mother than I was a wife. A soft snore slipped from Spider’s lips and I picked up his phone, quickly dialing Dread’s number.

  “Hello,” said a gruff voice.

  “Dread? It’s Luciana,” I said.

  “Everything all right?”

  “Um, it’s Spider. The wound on his lower back looks irritated. I was hoping you might be able to come look at it.”

  Dread snorted. “He’s asleep, isn’t he?”

  “Yes.”

  “Figured. No way the Pres would let you call me about his wounds otherwise. I’ll swing by in a bit. If he’s resting, that’s really the best thing for him right now. I’ll bring some supplies just in case it’s worse than I’m thinking. He’s probably just strained himself. I thought he was being a good patient.”

  My cheeks warmed. “He was. Until today.”

  “Do I want to know?”

  “Probably not,” I said.

  “Give me an hour. Two tops and I’ll be there. Anything changes with him between now and then, call me back.”

  “Thank you,” I said softly, then ended the call.

  I stared at the man lying next to me. Never would I have imagined wanting to be intimate with someone or trusting them as much as I trusted Spider. He’d changed my life. My emotions were all over the place lately, but I had just thought it was the surging hormones from my pregnancy. Maybe it was more. Was I starting to fall in love with Spider?

  I’d never experienced love before. I had no idea what it looked like or felt like. The love I felt for my sisters was different from what I felt for Spider, but that seemed logical enough. They were my family, my blood. Spider was a man who made my senses come alive, made my body beg for his attention. I was either just deeply in lust with my husband, or I loved him. He hadn’t signed up for that, so I would keep those thoughts to myself unless things changed. Maybe one day it would be the right time to tell him. But that day wasn’t today.

  Chapter Seven


  Spider

  Three damn weeks of sitting on my ass. Even worse, other than the one day Luciana had surprised me with a blow job that had ended with some of the best sex I’d ever experienced, she’d refused to touch me other than holding my hand or giving me a gentle hug. She’d called in Dread, and I’d been read the riot act on taking better care of myself when it looked like the wound in my back was getting infected. He’d injected me with antibiotics and given me a bottle of pills. Little did my wife realize I’d been given the all clear this morning. She was in for a surprise later.

  Fox sat across the kitchen table from me, sipping a cup of coffee as I toyed with one of my own. Having to sit on the sidelines while my club took care of business was starting to piss me off. I was the Goddamn President. I should be out there knocking heads together, not stuck in this house. Despite the fact I was technically healed enough to resume normal activities, I was a little concerned about leaving Luciana for too long. I’d seen the fear in her eyes when I’d been shot and I didn’t want to put her through that again so soon, and if I went after her father then I probably wouldn’t make it out completely unscathed.

  “The Chaos Killers had two chapters in Missouri, not one like we’d thought. As of last night, both have been wiped out. We sent a clear message to any others in the surrounding areas that retaliation wouldn’t be tolerated and they would meet the same fate if they fucked with us,” Fox said.

  “Any word from Casper VanHorne? Fucker is ghosting me.”

  “From what I’ve gathered, he’s gone dark. Even Torch and Isabella haven’t heard anything. I’ve put out some feelers to see if there’s movement on Mateo Gomez, but so far, the man seems to be in business as usual. Whatever Casper is up to, it either doesn’t involve Gomez, or he’s being so fucking discreet there’s not so much as a whisper about it.”

  “And knowing Casper, that’s a good possibility,” I said.

  “Look, Pres. I know it sucks being housebound, and if you didn’t have a pregnant wife then no one would say a word about you resuming your duties.”

  “But I do have a pregnant wife,” I said.

  “Yes, and the club is starting to like Luciana. A lot. They don’t want to upset her or Violeta. And if Luciana is upset, then so is Violeta. They’ve been through hell but seem to be settling into life here, and I’d even go so far as to say they’re happy. No one wants to fuck that up.” Fox blew out a breath. “I know Dread gave you the all clear, but I just think you should take some extra time.”

  “I’ll think about it. A few days wouldn’t hurt, but anything beyond that is out of the question. I’d expected to see more of Violeta. She doesn’t come visit Luciana that much,” I said.

  “Probably because Rocket freaks the hell out when he can’t find her.” Fox smiled a little. “I know she’s young, too young for a relationship, but don’t be surprised if he claims her one day. He’s an even bigger watchdog with her than he was over Rhianon, and you know how protective he felt about his sister. Maybe it’s because Rhianon died, but something tells me that isn’t it.”

  “Any word on Sofia? I’m sure Saint is taking good care of her, but he seemed less than pleased about having her around his daughter.”

  Fox shook his head. “I haven’t asked, and the few times I’ve spoken to Torch he hasn’t volunteered the information.”

  “Just wondered if either of them are pregnant like Luciana. The way Violeta reacted when asked about it makes me think at least one of them is.”

  Fox hesitated and that was enough to tell me something had happened.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Violeta was pregnant.”

  “Was?” I asked.

  “She miscarried. It’s part of why Rocket is keeping her on such a tight leash. If she’s out of his sight, he tracks her down. He found her in the bathroom floor, bleeding all over the damn place. No one said anything to Luciana or you. Didn’t want to cause either of you more stress than you’re already under. She’s fine, and it looks like she can still have kids if she wants them in the future.”

  “What kind of fucking monster rapes and tortures girls? And then gets them pregnant?” I asked. “I want Mateo Gomez to pay, as well as any men who hurt those girls.”

  “The club is behind you on that one hundred percent. And I know the Dixie Reapers feel the same. I do find it a little odd that Gomez supposedly sent his girls here as a way to make an alliance with the clubs, and yet none of us have heard from him. Shouldn’t he have at least checked in by now?” Fox asked.

  He was right. I’d thought the same thing, that something seemed off. The man sent his daughters here to smooth things over, create a bond with the clubs, and yet he hadn’t called to check on the girls or ask for a single favor. Men like Gomez would strike while the iron was hot. It was unsettling and made me wonder what sort of trouble was on the horizon for us. If he’d planned to use his daughters as moles, I had a feeling it had backfired on him. I didn’t see either Luciana or Violeta volunteering information to their father or ever wanting to speak to the man again.

  I sipped my coffee and thought about what our next move should be. I didn’t have a way to reach Gomez on my own, but it didn’t mean that he wasn’t doing business stateside. Something I could interfere with, even on a small scale. Maybe not enough to point a gun in the club’s direction, but enough to irritate the man and make him slip up. I wanted him to contact us, wanted a way to reach him. Then I’d string him up by his balls and exact revenge for the hell he’d put his daughters through over the years.

  “Find out where his shipments are going here in the US,” I said. “And I want to know who’s handling them.”

  “You going to steal the man’s drugs?” Fox asked.

  “Among other things. I don’t think he’s just dealing drugs. That might be what he’s importing into our country, but something has to be going out and I’m betting it’s more than money. Have Surge check the missing persons’ reports and see if there’s an uptick since Gomez came into power.”

  “Human trafficking?” Fox asked. “You think he’s swapping drugs for girls?”

  “With the way he treated his daughters? Yeah. Women are nothing but pawns to him, only good for what he can get from them. I also want to find out all we can about every business he owns in Colombia and elsewhere in South America.”

  “Am I looking for something in particular?” Fox asked.

  “Brothels. Luciana said her father’s men whored her out for a night when she disobeyed. I doubt he had customers come to his house.”

  “And for him to have that sort of clientele on the ready it means he knows where to find them,” Fox said. “This fucker makes my stomach turn.”

  “You and me both,” I said.

  “I know that look,” Fox said. “You’re not looking for just your everyday brothel, are you?”

  “Nope. The girls were young when they were first raped and sold. Too young. Luciana mentioned how much she feared her father getting his hands on her baby, what he’d make the kid do.”

  Fox turned a little green, and I knew he was following me now. Gomez was a sick fuck, and those under him seemed to be every bit as evil. As much as I hated all this international bullshit that the clubs kept getting involved in, it was time to do something about the fuckers coming into my damn country for this shit. I might sell drugs and guns, but I made damn sure they didn’t get into the hands of kids. If I heard someone dealt my drugs to teens, I took care of it. I might not walk on the right side of the law, but I still had a few morals. Since my club had a permanent tie to Colombia now, thanks to my wife, it might be time to do something about the issues over there. Or at least set up a few men to keep an eye on things.

  “I’m on it,” Fox said. He drained the last of his coffee and stood, but he hesitated before leaving. “I know I’m your VP and you’re in charge, but I’m also your friend. When this shit is settled and you know Luciana is safe, you should take a vacation. A real one. Take your woma
n on a honeymoon or something. Go to a resort somewhere nice. You haven’t taken a break in over twenty years that I know of, unless it was medically necessary, and I think Luciana would appreciate a change of scenery.”

  I nodded and waved him off. Fox was right. He wasn’t just my VP, and I knew he made the suggestion for my benefit and Luciana’s. The fact he was thinking of my wife, trying to ensure her happiness, made me smile. If anything ever happened to me, I knew Fox would keep an eye on her. She’d found a home here with the club. I just hoped I was around another thirty years to enjoy my time with her, watch that kid grow up. But in this life, nothing was ever guaranteed.

  I heard the front door shut and I finished my coffee, enjoying the silence for a moment. I contemplated waking Luciana but decided to get more coffee and let her rest. She’d been so worried about me I hadn’t been able to convince her to see a doctor yet. While I enjoyed the second mug of java, I looked up doctors on my phone. As good as Dread was, he wasn’t the right type of doctor to ensure Luciana and the baby were doing okay. There were a few OB-GYNs in the area, so I picked the one with the highest rating and called to set an appointment. I’d learned early on that money talked so I offered to pay extra if they’d see her today.

  After I disconnected the call, I sent a text to Knox.

  Get insurance for the club. Need to make sure Luciana is covered, and Violeta.

  It only took a moment for him to respond. On it.

  I hoped the insurance would cover the baby. From what I remembered of Ryker’s birth, that shit was expensive, and probably triple the amount it had been back then. Not that my bank accounts weren’t pretty flush, but there was no sense throwing money at doctors when an insurance policy would cover the majority of it. I was frugal, not cheap, or so I told myself. Maybe it came from being born to parents who had lived through the Great Depression. Not that all their lessons had stuck, obviously.

  I smiled faintly as I thought about them. My mother would have loved Luciana. Both of my parents would have hated how I turned out, but I knew they would still love me. I’d lost both of them too soon. Even Ryker hadn’t had a chance to know them. Luciana’s kid wouldn’t have grandparents from either side, which was rather sad, but I knew plenty of kids never met theirs. I hadn’t. Ryker didn’t remember his. If I had any say in the matter, Mateo Gomez wouldn’t be drawing breath much longer. Even if he did manage to get out of this alive, I’d never let him anywhere near my family. I’d rather spend the rest of my life behind bars if it meant that Luciana and the baby would be safe.