My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 87: Making Cakes

☆Kyara☆

I really can not get enough of this man! And over the next few days, he works me hard, in and out of the bedroom.

We are up the next day and after fucking me again, he drags me out back where he then teaches me to fight. I told him Ryder taught me, but he said he will do a better job because he won't hold back like my little brother does.

I'm offended by the comment, but when it actually comes to it, I find he isn't wrong. We even attract a crowd of his brothers, as I end up on my arse or back more times than I care to count. My body aches in all the right and wrong places, because as soon as we're done, he drags me back to the bedroom, where he washes me down, fucks me, then takes me to bed and fucks me all over again, and then there are the positions! As I said, sore all over is my new favourite thing.

He also disappeared that night too, and the next day I found out why Doc asked to see him after I was 'put to bed'. Doc came out of his room with no top on, sporting his new tattoo. I couldn't believe he had it put on his skin, right on his ribs. Even my little signature was on there.

"Now, ya know 'ow much I love it. 'N' what you mean ta me." He said to me when he hugs me, annoying Soul when he does it.

Anyway, I'm getting pretty good at defending myself against Soul, so he asks Katy-ann to help out, which is great when she does what Teena tends to do, so I get to practise on how to keep her away from me, plus Soul will show me how to pick apart the way people move, so I can anticipate what they will do. He even shows me how to use several guns and how best to defend against blades and use them myself.

But then he starts to disappear, and demands I not leave the club while he's gone. I ask where he's going and what he's doing, but he tells me it's club business and not something I need to know. Which gets my back up and really pisses me off. Why doesn't he trust me? I wouldn't tell anyone shit! I thought I proved that when I didn't tell Damage about the shipment!

Over the next couple of weeks, things get worse and worse. My mum and brothers had to cancel for the weekend and rebook it for a few weeks later as my niece broke her leg falling out of a tree, so my brother needed to be there while she got used to doing everything with a cast on. Which I understood, and at least they were still coming. Then with Soul's constant disappearing, Teena and her posse took it upon themselves to get in my head and push me to the brink of snapping.

They'd tell me they were sleeping with him again, and I didn't believe it, not at first. But Tenna told me he was in Austin fucking one of her friends and when I called he didn't answer. They kept this up every time he was away, telling me I meant nothing to him, that I was worthless and pathetic… Just the new whore being broken in. Telling me yet again that they've all been there, and all the shit is still happening, as in they still attack me, except now, thanks to the arsehole I'm in love with, I'm better able to manage them so that I don't have to make any visits to Doc.

It doesn't help that every time he does get back, he barely touches me. Not like before. I get kisses and the usual pull to sit on his lap, but he sleeps, fucks me to either shut me up or if he has time before he has to leave again, and he snaps at me for asking what he's doing all the damn time. Katy-ann tells me it's because he's tired, and not getting enough sleep, but my head won't accept that.

So with it all piling up on top of me, I think the inevitable is going to happen soon. He's going to tell me he's done with me and wants to get back to his single life. To all his whores. Jace's words start coming back to me too, and the nightmares. Doc or Ryder are always the ones waking me and calming me down, and I've been getting them so often now, especially without Soul being here. I think all the guys are used to it now, so the noise doesn't bother them anymore, but the only nights my nightmares don't affect me are the nights Soul is wrapped around me. Caged in his arms he manages to keep the nightmares at bay. My own personal dream catcher.