Finally Heaven (Room 103 Book 4) (10 page)

My dick was throbbing, my own breathing swift and eager. I’d never been so hungry for anyone in my entire life. I was fighting with myself to calm down, not tear him up by sinking balls deep inside him too early.

“Shit, my cocks pounding for you. I need you. I need to climb inside you. Now!”

“Do it,” he breathed as he turned to look at me.

I kissed my way up his back, my tongue sliding over each groove of his spine, until my mouth rested at his ear. “I’m gonna fill your arse so deep. Stretch you so fucking wide that you scream when you come. Christ, I need you hard.”

“I need you to take me hard,” he answered, his voice unrecognisable.

“Lay on the bed, face down. Arse up.”

“Condoms, bedside drawer,” he informed me as he climbed on the bed. I couldn’t remove my eyes from his backside, the need in me too intense to move. “Nick! Drawer.”

Blinking, I nodded and slid out a condom from the huge stash in his drawer, ignoring the way my gut reacted with the knowledge that he might have other lovers. It was just sex, only fucking, I had to keep telling myself that.

Rolling on the rubber and applying a liberal amount of lube, I climbed over him, penning his whole body under me, flattening him to the mattress. “Tell me what you want.”

His face hardened, his eyes firing with a fury. I knew it was only lust, he was anything but angry. “I want you inside me, Nick. All of you.”

“Balls deep?”

“All the fucking way!” he growled impatiently.

He cried out when I slid inside him, my pelvis slamming against him, his muscles trying to refuse me access. I stilled, letting him adjust to my size. As soon as I felt him loosen under me, I slid out to the tip, then pushed back in slowly.

His spine arched under me, his face turning so his eyes could find me. Taking a handful of his hair in my grasp and turning his head further, I crashed my mouth onto his, kissing him furiously. He groaned into my mouth, cursing with a hiss when I drove back into him brutally.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, you’re strangling me.”

His eyes burnt into me, the need in him evident as he stared at me. “Harder?” I asked him when he all but begged.

“Fuck, yeah. Take me, Nick. All of me. I need you in my damn soul.”

I growled, his words lighting something inside me, a primal need to make him mine, a craving to brand him. Palming his shoulders, I pushed upwards, allowing me room to pound into him. And that’s exactly what I did. I took him harder than I had anyone, driving into him so deep he was screaming my name within seconds. Taking his own cock in one hand so the friction of my movements yanked his cock in his fist, his other hand clawed at the bed sheet, his fingers twisting the cotton around his knuckles.

I didn’t want to come so quickly but I wanted to give him what he needed, fuck him with the power he craved. Gritting my teeth, I thrust harder and harder, shifting us further and further up the bed until his head was squashed against the headboard.

His head snapped backwards as he roared out his climax, his body hardening under me as my name left his lips in a fierce cry, pulling my own orgasm from me, the intensity of it making my whole body spasm with the pleasure in the pain.

My cock pulsed, emptying my balls into the condom, the torrent forcing another cry from both of us. I couldn’t breathe, my body went into lockdown as ecstasy flowed amongst the race of blood in my system, the pleasure too powerful for my heart to beat through.

“Fuck!” Romeo groaned, “Fuck!”

I let my forehead drop to his back, the sweat from me mixing with his as I tried to bring my body back to earth. His heavy breathing was lifting me rhythmically on his back, the regularity of it soothing.

We both moaned out something as my eyes drooped. “What?” I managed to ask through the pull of sleep.

“Good job,” he whispered with a small chuckle.

I laughed with him. Rolling off him to the side before pulling him across the bed. My arms curled around him as he shuffled backwards, his body moulding against mine snugly.

“Yeah,” I whispered back, placing a soft kiss to the back of his head before the night took me, and sleep foolishly changed both our lives.

BLOWING OUT A breath, already regretting the unwise decision not to have breakfast in my own room, I moved as steadily as possible towards the noise coming from a private room at the back of the dining area. I knew where they were from the boisterous chat carried throughout the huge room, even if I couldn’t see them. Disgruntled diners were moaning about the din as I moved quietly through them, their tuts and words of disgust as loud as my friends.

Tony and Pete, the Room 103 security guys smiled at me as they moved aside and allowed me into the segregated area.

“Oh dear God. Whose party did you gate-crash last night?” Jen chuckled when I pulled out a chair at the large round table beside her, her wide eyes roaming down my aching body and stilling when she found the large grazes on my knuckles, a deep disappointed sigh replacing the humour.

Blowing out a breath to calm the cartwheel in my stomach and gingerly sliding into the seat, I pushed my shades up my nose and pressed my fingers to my throbbing temples. “My own.”

“Can I bring you a drink madam?”

I squinted through my dark glasses at the waiter who appeared beside me, the bright backdrop of the sun from the huge window behind him only allowing me to focus on his silhouette. “Tea, please.”

He gave me a nod and a wide smile, “If you’d like to help yourself to the breakfast buffet situated in the main dining area.” I lifted a hand to both thank him and refuse, the mere mention of food causing a forceful shift in my delicate gut. He leaned closer towards me, “Would you care for some painkillers instead?”

I smiled appreciatively, “That would be wonderful, thank you.” I frowned at his overfamiliar hand on my shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Jen asked in my ear, her voice quiet but still too loud for my poor head. I replied with a nod, pushing my fingers under my glasses to rub at my eyes.

I turned when Boss settled beside Jen, his plate piled high with various breakfast items. “Bloody hell.” My eyes widened on the huge bruise outlining one side of his face, his eye glowing with a purple shiner. “I thought I looked rough.”

Jen rolled her eyes as Bulk smirked. “He had an accident in the shower.”

“And whose fault was that?” Boss accused Jen with narrow eyes. Only just managing to hear what he had said around his mouth full of sausage and egg, I turned to Jen for an explanation.

She glared at him. “Why is it my fault?”

“Well you didn’t help, did you?”

“I was peeing! I told you not to use the disabled seat, that it was broke!”

“No,” he shook his head insistently, his cheeks reminding me of a hamsters as he shovelled more food in. “You know I’m scared in the shower on my own, you told me to sit down.”

“I meant on the floor!”

Bloody hell fire.

I thanked the waiter when he placed a pot of tea, complete with two paracetamol in front of me and frowned as Jax and E whispered furiously to one another on the opposite side of the table. E looked down to her lap, trying to hide her upset when Jax shook off her hand on his forearm.

Snapping my gaze away when Daniel slid into a seat beside Jax, his eyes on me, I concentrated on dipping my teabag in and out of the pot of water.

“Someone wanna tell me why Brent called us all to breakfast?” he asked, my body relaxing once he turned his concentration on the rest of the table.

“No idea, just rang me at five this morning and said he wanted us all here and not to move until he got here,” Bulk answered with a shrug.

“Well where is he?”

“I don’t know, just mumbled something about damage control.”

“Fuck, what we done now?”

I shook my head faintly with a small smile, amused at Room 103’s frequent mischievous activities. I didn’t envy Brent, he was constantly trying to calm the waters after one of them had caused a storm over something or other.

“And what are you laughing at, Ink?” Daniel grinned across at me, his brow quirked playfully at my humour. His eyes studied me, a small crease playing across his brow when they landed on my knuckles.

“FUCK IT, BABE! Just… fuck it!” Jax suddenly exploded, his fork bouncing off his plate when he threw it down. His chair flew backwards when he shot upright and stormed off, all eyes wide and following him across the room as he stormed out. I’d never seen Jax lose it, he was usually laid back and controlled.

We all turned slowly to E. Tears streamed down her face, her hand covering her mouth as she watched Jax disappear.

“Hot stuff?” Boss asked gently as he took Jax’s seat beside her. “What’s going on? And don’t tell me nothing again, that’s bullshit. I know you, and something is wrong. You’ve been off for weeks.”

She squeezed her eyes closed, her chest hiccupping when she opened them and swallowed back her sobs. She blew out a breath and took his hand. His face dropped, his skin blanching when he witnessed her worry for him. “E?”

She struggled for a moment, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to talk. She brought his hand to her mouth, giving his knuckles a soft kiss. “I have cancer, Boss.”

He stared at her, confused, his eyes narrowing and his head shaking from side to side. “What?”

I was wondering if I had misheard too. That wasn’t right. Not E. Not cancer. My throat hurt when I witnessed her despair and I dropped my hands to my lap trying to hide the shake in them.

“Breast cancer.”

He stared at her. I could feel Jen twitching beside me, her desperation to soothe her husband instinctive.

He nodded slowly, sniffing deeply. “Okay.” He ran his tongue around his teeth and pointed to her, his narrow eyes scrutinising her. “And why is Jax angry?”

Dropping his hand, she turned back to stare at her plate. She picked up her fork, stabbed at the yolk on her egg, and then placed it back down, picking up her knife and pushing her beans around.

“E!” We all jolted at Boss’s harsh tone, E included. Her mouth moved and everyone leaned closer to catch her words but it seemed only Boss heard them when he glared at her, his face appearing to freeze for a moment.

“No! That’s bullshit. Why?”

My eyes were flicking between the pair, trying to ascertain what the hell was going on. She shrugged, still refusing to look at him. Jen shot upright when Boss grabbed E’s arm and yanked her back towards him, but he held up his hand to her. She sat back down slowly, her body still on alert as she teetered on the edge of her seat. “Who are you, your fucking Mother?”

My jaw dropped as E’s hand shot out, the slap across his face, the bruised side, loud and sharp in the air around us. “Fuck you!” she spat, pulling herself out of his grip. “I told Jax and I’m telling you, this is my choice, no one else’s. If I don’t want treatment then I won’t have it. It is MY decision!”

“No!” Boss countered. “That’s not a decision, that’s cowardice.”

Her face crumpled, both hands covering her face as a distraught sob gutted us all. “Yes, I’m a coward,” she squeaked as she turned back to him. “I’m scared, alright. I saw what the treatment did to my mother. It wasn’t the cancer that destroyed her body in the end, it was the fucking drugs that broke her.” She shook her head angrily. “I’M FUCKING TERRIFIED!”

He huddled her up quickly. Pulling her from her chair and onto his lap, his arms curled around her, his hand stroking up and down her back as she buried her face into his chest and cried.

I excused myself, wanting to give the band privacy for a moment and made my way to the buffet table. My stomach revolted at the mere sight of it, but I perused it for a while, trying to stall my return to the table. I just didn’t know what to say, and to be honest, it wasn’t even my place to be seated with them but it had been Jen’s insistent phone call that I join them for breakfast that had seen me there at the wrong time.

My heart ached. E had told me what she had gone through when her mother had died of cancer. She too had also hidden it from her family, only facing up to it when it had been too late.

My eyes lifted to two young men sat beside the buffet table who were sniggering, their heads together over a newspaper. They were swearing and laughing loudly, the diners around them glowering their way.