Rubble: Devil's Rose #12

Chapter 16: Alice Owens

The way he's totally right bothers me. Cause he's pretty much always right.

Nick turns his head down, pressing a kiss to my lips. He rests his hand tenderly on the back of my neck, giving it just the slightest squeeze, but it's enough to set me on fire.

"Is it time to head back?" he asks me gently after more than a few moments of silent reflection.

I know exactly what he wants, and I absolutely want it too. I take a breath and break out of his warm hold. He instantly gets the signal and tugs me over to his motorcycle practically throwing me on the back. I can barely remember the trip back to my apartment.

All I could think about was the heat between my legs and the caress of his thumb on my leg the entire time. He parks his motorcycle behind my car, effectively blocking me once again, and we make our way upstairs.

He picks me up into his arms the second my door is open, lifting and pressing me up against my living room wall. He groans as his tongue enters my mouth, my fingers tangling through his hair.

His hands partly rest under my thighs as he holds me there, mumbling about how perfect I am every time we have to catch our breath. I roll my hips and that's enough for him to carry me into our bedroom.

He throws me down onto the bed, and I bounce up and down, and the laugh bubbles out of me before I can stop it. He just eyes me, not saying anything.

"How are you so fucking perfect, sunshine? Every single fucking thing about you."

I guess it doesn't take much with him.

I like it though. I don't really have to try. I've tried for a long time to get people to like me, but it's nice to not have to. I just get to if I choose to.

I sit at the top of the bed, per his directions, and wait as he peels off his clothes so beautifully. His muscles flex as he crawls onto the bed, his tongue guiding him the entire way.

"I remember you enjoying sitting on my face, baby. Would you like to try that again?" he asks, making sure he has permission before moving forward.

Blushing because I can't help it, I reply, "Yes, I would like to try again. We have to double check that it wasn't just beginner's luck."

'Who are you calling a beginner?"

"Me, definitely me."

"You're perfect, baby."

And it puts me at ease. I have nothing to worry about. He doesn't care about my history any more than I do, which is not at all. We each have our pasts and if it doesn't interfere with the present and future it doesn't matter to me. His past has nothing to do with me.

Nick lays comfortably on his back, head laying on the pillows and eyes gazing up at me. He uses his hand and gives me a sharp bend of his fingers to signal me to move into position.

I swing my leg over his head and slowly sit on his face. My hands hold onto his chest for support as his tongue moves over my clit in low and restrained circles. Gradually, sensing the changes in what my body needs, he builds up to a more fast-paced back-and-forth movement, adding pressure with each swipe of his tongue.

It doesn't take long for me to erupt over his mouth when his tongue ends up entering me. He grunts, his chest rumbling, as my arousal spills into his mouth, my legs shaking. I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head, my soul leaving my body. Shit, I love this position. It always feels so good.

I press myself up slightly, so I'm no longer sitting too much on his face, so I don't suffocate the man even though I know that's one way he would love to go. I just don't want him to go quite yet.

What I mean is, I don't want him to go ever. I rely on him, need him, way too much for him to ever leave me. I think that's why I'm so worried about whatever feelings we may have for one another and whether they are reciprocated.

There's something that's always been special about our relationship, literally being able to tell each other everything, and I don't want that to go away because of feelings that may or may not be there.

That's the risk I took without realizing the implications fully when I asked him to be my sex buddy.

The consequences of my actions are catching up to me, unfortunately.

I'm about to turn my attention back to the man under me, but before I get the chance, my phone on the bedside table begins to ring. Usually, I would ignore it, Nick being way more important, except that it's my mom calling.

I can tell by the ringtone, and I tend not to ignore her. She did raise me to be a good person, so I'm sort of obligated to answer her phone calls if I can.

She would never be bad at me for missing one, since she knows that her being my mom doesn't automatically mean that I have to drop my life for her even though I would without much hesitation.

I climb off of Nick and reach over to the table, swiping my thumb across the screen.

"Hi, Mom."

"Hi, sweets!" she answers, bubbly as usual but I can tell that there's something she isn't telling me.

She's hiding something.

"Is there a reason you're calling? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, but you and your brother need to come home. Your dad got in a car accident, our family's ability to be in a car accident has to be genetic, and I think it would be good if you came home. He's going to be fine, but he needs family night now."

I feel myself still. I'm not quite sure how to reply. It's like both my past trauma and this new one and knowing how my dad feels all surface at the same time.

I feel like I can't think, like I can't breathe. I don't even know when Nick pulls my phone out of my hand, but when I hear him talking to my mom, it's clear that he has.

"Hi, Mrs. Owens."

He pauses.

"I'll get her on a flight as soon as possible."

Another brief pause.

"Major knows already, good. They can travel together."

He hangs up the phone after a soft goodbye, and he sets my phone down on the bed. He whispers my name, trying to get me to focus back on earth, but it doesn't help. I don't know what to do. I have no idea where to start. Even the simplest thing, getting out of bed, seems incredibly hard to do right now.

Nick leaves the room for a second and comes back on the phone, probably with Major and someone in the Devil's Rose MC who can get us out of Westmoor and to Baton Rouge.

The closest airport is about three hours from here. And hopefully, we find a flight that's direct because it's probably going to long trip if there's a layoff. Somehow I've got to pack, and I don't even know how long I'm going to have to stay.

I also have to call Hazel because I can't randomly just take days off of work without notifying her. I also have to come up with the funds to get the flight. It's not like I'm broke, but I can't just afford a surprise flight home.

"Hey, baby. Listen to me," Nick calls out, his voice seeming far away, "I need you to get clothes on, alright? Hazel knows you're gonna be home, Slasher's getting you, Major, and Violet a flight. I can pack your things."

I blindly follow his directions and about thirty minutes later, I'm headed out the door, Major and Violet in the car on my apartment building street. I blink away the tears, forcing myself to be strong.

"You're gonna be okay, sunshine," he whispers, trying so hard to convince me.

I can't do this alone.