bed. She looks so fucking defeated. My heart fucking hurts seeing her like that. I don’t say a word. I toe my boots off, shrug off my kutte and snuggle up behind her. Her hands come around my arms as I pull her close.
“Do you think she’ll be okay?” she asks, her voice soft.
“In time, babe, yeah. Will you?”
“I just feel so bad.”
“I know, but none of this shit is your fault.”
I pull her tight against me, kissing her neck. “I need you,” she tells me.
I turn her in my arms, more than happy to give her anything she wants.
“Need me how?” I ask, our mouths inches from each other, our breaths mingling as they quicken in anticipation.
“I need you,” she repeats and then presses her mouth to mine.
I thread my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer as I suck on her tongue. She tastes so good and feels so soft beneath me. I want to take everything she’s offering and more.
I deepen the kiss, needing her closer to me and she rubs herself against me, moaning as she does. That noise goes right to my cock, which is already starting to harden in my jeans.
We both wrangle our clothes off. She helps me get my jeans off and I drag her tee over her head before tugging her bra off as she slides out of her knickers. I push her onto her back and my mouth latches straight onto her left nipple, sucking that little bud into my mouth.
Amy arches off the bed instantly, her hips coming up to meet mine. I slide a hand down between her legs and start to rub her clit. She moans, her hands coming down to cover her face. I grin as I move down her body and go in between her legs.
I’m willing to do whatever she needs to forget the pain she’s in. I’ll help her however she needs me.
“Shane.” She gasps my name as I run my tongue through her folds and suck on her clit.
Fuck, she’s so responsive and I love that about her. I love that she is able to just let go completely. She’s fucking stunning, laid out beneath me, her dark hair fanned around her head.
As I slip two fingers into her, I find myself thinking about making her my old lady. I should be scared. It’s a big step, but I feel ready, calm even. I want her to be mine in the eyes of the club, and I want her to be protected. Staring into her eyes, I know I don’t want anyone else. I don’t know what my life would be without her.
I bring her to climax quickly and before she can come down properly, I reach into my bedside drawer for a condom. As she writhes on the bed, I roll it down my shaft. Then, I enter her and show her just how much I love her.
33
Amy
Shane takes me to the hospital to see Natalie the next morning. Her bruises look even worse in the stark light of day and I want to kill that bastard for touching her.
“I’m scared, Amy,” she admits, fiddling with the edge of the blanket covering her. “What if he comes here?”
“You’re safe in the hospital,” I assure her. “He won’t touch you here.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip, which is split. Her face is a mess. She has a swollen eye, bruising across her cheeks and down her neck. There are finger marks around her throat, which make me grind my teeth together.
“He’s deranged,” she whispers. “I’ve never seen a person that angry before. I thought I was dead.”
I snag her hand and squeeze it. “You survived. You did amazing, Natalie.”
Fearful eyes meet mine. “You have to be careful, Amy. He’s crazy. God knows what he’ll do next.”
A shiver runs through me at her words, at her fear. “I’ll will be,” I promise her.
I sit with her until she falls asleep then I step out of the room and head over to Shane, who is sitting in the waiting area. He stands when he sees me, and I notice a lot of people around him are eying him warily, their gazes drifting to the vest on his back that says the Untamed Sons over the back. That makes me angry that they’re judging him before really knowing him. Shane is a wonderful man.
I ignore everyone but him and roll to my toes to kiss him as soon as