Biker Baby

Chapter Nineteen

~Chapter Nineteen~

I sit on the bed, nursing Aneika while giving Sam my hardest glare. He is currently setting the portable crib up for our daughter in the club house.
'You can glare at me all you like Doll Face but I'm only protecting you' he says, not even looking my way.
'Protecting us wouldn't be getting caught in shit you can't handle and having us all hiding out in the club house' I snap back.
I admit, he probably had no control over what happened but didn't mean I wasn't hormonal and mad about the situation.
'You can be mad about it all you like but it doesn't change anything' he turns to face me now.
He obviously knows I'm hormonal and over reacting because he's still calm and letting my anger slide past him.
'Maybe next time you shouldnt go shooting up houses that you know nothing about'
'Wasn't my call to make Scarlett' he replies to me sternly.
They had been informed some stuff, I don't know details, and in result they retaliated by shooting up the house that the informer had given them details to. Turns out they just started a war between two clubs.
'How long are we staying here?' I ask as my daughter stops sucking and begins to doze back off to sleep.
I take her off the breast and cover myself before I lay her on my chest and begin to burp her. My eyes still hard on Sam.
'We are going to talk tomorrow and sort this shit out and until then, everyone stays here' Sam tells me. He comes over and bends to kiss Aneika on the head and then me on the lips gently.
I don't respond to him as he walks from the room.
Once I've burped, changed and put my baby back to bed, I leave the room, leaving the door open so as I can still hear her as well as taking the baby monitor.
'You ok Scarlett?' Rico questions me as I wonder around the bar.
'I guess' I shrug. 'Id rather have my baby at home and away from all this stuff buuuut..' I trail off with a shrug.
Everyone agreed with me when I said this is no place for a baby or young kids so they didn't blame me when I only brought her here for a few minutes at a time before today.
Everyone understood and they also understand my annoyance right now which is why they aren't judging me or snapping back.
'Hopefully we get it sorted tomorrow' Rico says.
'Yep' I nod. Keeping the monitor close to me all night, it was three hours before I heard something come through the monitor.
It didn't sound like a baby moving and when I looked around, I seen Sam over with Jacob and Holly. Kendra was behind the bar and no one else would be in there.
With a frown, I rush to the room, taking a random gun from the table. I got weird looks as I passed people with a gun in my hand but I didn't care.
When I got to the room I don't hesitate to point the gun at the person in the room.
'Who the fuck are you?' I ask. They freeze and step away from my baby who is sleeping peacefully.
The man looks at me but I don't know him. I've never seen him before and he is staring at my baby.
He pulls his gun out and aims it quickly at me before I hear a shot fired. I didn't pull the trigger and I don't feel pain.
'Who the fuck is that?' I hear Jacob asks as my baby starts screaming.
I race to pick her up but I don't miss the stranger laying dead on the floor.
When I turn I see Sam holding a gun, staring at the body with pure anger on his face.
'He's from the Blasters' Sam finally says.
I step toward him, takin the gun from his hand with my free hand. He looks down at us and as if realising we were just there.
'You guys ok?' He asks. I nod and Aneikas screams have died down to a small whimper.
'I heard the baby monitor and everyone who would have been in to here was out in the pub, when I got here, he was standing over her, reaching for her' I explain with a full blown glare at Sam now.
'What happened?' Kendra runs into the room 'Oh my god'
I bypass everyone and begin to pace the hall.
I watch Joseph come in with a tarp and I close my eyes. Someone tried to take my baby tonight and they were from another club. Another club that Sam or Jacob have pissed off.
She is only two months old and already her life is in danger.
When they take the body out, Kendra comes out looking worried at me.
'You two should talk' she tells me.
'She will be awake or a feed soon' I say.
'And you have milk in the freezer, I'll take care of it, you take care of him' Kendra steps closer and I nod.
I need to talk to him, I need to yell at him and scream at him.
I hand Aneika over to her and walk into the room. Slamming the door closed, he doesn't even flinch, just slowly rises his gaze from the floor.
'Are you fucking stupid?' I ask him. He looked tormented.
'How the fuck was I meant to know something like that was going to happen?' He defends.
'Two months Sam' I yell 'She is two months old and already she is trying to be kidnapped"
'I know that' he yells back. 'and they will pay for it'
'He already paid for it Sam, whats going to happen? you'll retaliate and then they'll retaliate and it will keep happening and happening'
'You knew this was the life and you had your chance to walk'
'I can live with my life being in danger and I can live with you and the club making poor choices and putting everyone in danger but when it comes to our fucking daughter, I will not sit back and take that' I shout at him.
'I didn't ask for this' he yelled back 'We haven't heard squat from the Blasters since before she was even born, this has nothing to do with me'
'It has everything to do with you' I yell. I shove him, feeling all the pent up rage coming out.
He stands and shoves me back, not hard just challenging so I shove him again and he stumbles back slightly.
We are both angry. Angry at each other and ourselves so I'm not surprised when he grips my arms roughly and spins me, pushing me roughly but at the same time gently against the wall.
I was still a little tender from the c-section and he knows it, hence the slight gentleness.
It's a far as the gentleness goes though because he grips the back of my head, his hand fisting in my hair and he aggressively presses his lips to mine.
I don't hesitate to kiss him back with as much force.
Only seconds pass before he is literally ripping my shirt off, leaving my bra on for good reason.
His hands grip my hips and he grinds himself against me, making me feel how turned on he is by this fight.
I grip his vest, pulling it from his shoulders and rip his shirt from his head.
I don't know how we came from screaming at each other, to this but I don't care.
I push him away, breathing hard but he knows I don't want him to back down. I can still see the anger in his eyes along with the lust and it only turned me on more.
He steps back, gripping my upper arm and pulling me into him in another angry, fiery kiss. He spins us around and hooks an ankle behind my leg, pulling on it and making us both fall into the bed.
We still both have our jeans and underwear on but they don't last long as he pulls away and rips my jeans off my legs. He's quick to discard his own jeans and climb back on top of me.
He grinds against me, teasing me through our underwear.
He glares down at me and I glare back. He's punishing me and I like it but I'm sick of it.
He seems to be sick of it too because he rips his boxers off and rips my underwear from me.
'This isn't going to be fucking gentle' he warns me, gripping my wrists and pinning them next to me head a he thrusts deep inside me.
I never imagined the first time having sex with Sam that I actually remember would be rough angry sex but I didn't actually care. Right now, I wouldn't want it any other way.
He barely leaves any time for either of us to adjust before he begins to pound hard and fast.
It takes a few seconds but I get in rhythm with him. I want to touch him, hurt him but I cant. he has me pinned under him and I think he did it on purpose.
Hard and fast has it's ups and down. Up being that it's so fucking amazing and intense that it has me reaching an orgasm within minutes but downs because it doesn't last anywhere near as long as what I would love it to.
I can feel myself coming to the edge and I squeeze my legs tighter around his waist.
He slowly to a near stop but doesn't get any gentler. His thrusts are still hard and deep.
'What are you doing?' I hiss at him.
'You aren't allowed to cum yet' he tells me straight out.
'Why am I being punished and not you? That's hardly fair! Were both fucking pissed at each other' I growl.
'Because baby..' he slams into me and my head is thrown back in pure pleasure. 'I'm smarter than you and I have all the control'
I glare at him and he slams into me again before he returns to the hard, fast and rough sex from before.
I feel myself building again and just when I'm about to be tipped over the edge in a climax, he stops altogether.
'Sam' I yell at him. Now I was really pissed off with him.
I try to get my hands free but to no avail, Sam isn't budging.
'Let my hands go' I growl. He shakes his head before he begins to move again.
I meet his thrusts but this time with my own hard force and anger. Before, I was angry but now I'm wild.
Before we were both breathing heavy with the occasional moan and groan but now, there's no hard breathing, it's groan after groan, moan after moan and this time, he wasn't going to stop me from reaching my climax because I knew he would be close too.
'Fuck, Sam' I moan as I finally reach the orgasm. The intensifying and toe curling orgasm that just keeps rolling and rolling through my body.
Sams orgasm comes with my own but I feel as though his wasn't as intense and long lived as mine.
'Forget that one' Sam breathes. 'I dare you' he lets my arms go and rolls off me.
'I don't know how I don't remember the first time' I reply honestly. I need a shower, I have sweat everywhere and I feel gross. 'I should piss you off more often though' I smirk.
He smirks back and kisses my cheek. 'Sorry babe but I still have things to do tonight' he tells me.
'I know' I nod. 'I need to shower anyway and find a new shirt' I say the last part with a glare.
He winks and gets up and I watch him dress.
'I'm still mad at you' I tell him.
'And you have a right to be' he nods. 'I'll fix it' he kisses my lips and then leaves the room.