Abby

He's back.

The man I thought was changing and becoming someone I can confide in and trust, is now reunited with the man he's always been towards me. Cold.

"You're off today right?" He asks in the same cold tone he has been using with me for the past several days now.

"Yes." I answer not wanting to give him much.

"Good. Ghost will be watching over, I'll be at the clubhouse." He states then walks off and heads out slamming the door behind him. I wait the few moments until I hear his bike start up and pull out.

It's been eight days since I've moved in here with Chance. He was sweet at first, attentive and caring, but a few days ago, he came home a different person. Isolated, non-talkative. He's curt with me, one word answers and never stays long. Dad has been obsolete as well. He calls every day, checks on me, but says no more than a few words to me, then says he has to go. I feel alone, lonelier than I did when the stranger held me in his clutches down in that dark damp basement.

Ghost has been here more and more since Chance is always at the clubhouse. I hardly see him, only hear him tinkering on that old beat up car in the garage. I try and make him some food every day, even if I work so that he has something. It must work, because every day when I wake up, the food containers are empty and in the sink.

The coffee machine gurgles with noise as the liquid begins to pour in the old mug I found in the back of the cabinets the other day. I'm usually not a coffee drinker but these last few days of having Chance on my mind and wondering what could have occurred to have him treat me like this, has given me a lack of sleep.

Grabbing the mug, I pour an excessive amount of cream in it and take my cup to the couch. Sitting down I pull out my phone from my sweater pocket and scroll through my contacts until I find Candice's name. She answers on the first ring.

"Well it's about time." She demands causing me to laugh, a foreign feeling for me to express.

"Sorry, had to wait for lieutenant asshole to leave." I can hear her giggle through the phone. I had told Candice about how strange Chance was acting, hoping to get something out of his new behavior. She had explained to me that the guys weren't any closer to catching Alberts, which meant that whatever was causing Chance to have a bug up his ass, must be because of something other the Warriors problems.

"He's still acting like a douche bag huh?"

"Yes, I just don't understand why." Walking over to the sink, I dump out the remaining coffee and clutch the phone with my shoulder as I walk over to the laundry room to finish my load. Between work and the new web orders I've had, I hadn't had anytime to wash any clothes or the sheets I've been sleeping on. Today being my first day off, I plan on doing some much needed therapeutic cleaning.

"Maybe he's just being cranky. I've read that men could get something we would compare to us getting our period."

"Gross."

"Right? Can you imagine?"

"Anyways. Enough my love life, or lack thereof, how are you and the little peanut doing?" Hearing that Candice and Austin were expecting was a bit of a shock for me. In some ways, I still look at Austin like the angry teenager he was when we were younger. Thriving for his father's attention but not wanting it to be known. Knowing he is about to become a father himself makes me proud of him.

"We're doing well. I've had some pretty bad morning sickness but woke up this morning feeling pretty good."

"I'm sorry Candy. That stinks. How is Austin handling that?" I almost laugh knowing how overprotective Austin is for his wife.

"Oh he hates it. He always says it's hard for him to see me in pain and not be able to do anything about it."

"Wait till the delivery room."

"Oh God. I don't even want to imagine him in there. I might hear the unmistakable sound of him hitting the ground and the nurse yelling out the words 'we have a fainter'." I laugh out loud.

"I think he will be fine. My mom always said when I was born Bone was a hot mess until he held me in his arms." My smile slowly turns into a frown. That's one of the first times I remember something my mother once said to me so vividly.

"That's sweet. I think if I have a girl he will, a boy he will probably walk around the hospital with him high in the air like on Lion King." This causes my smile to return full force.

"So what have you got planned today?"

"Nothing but relaxing. I've been pulling some doubles since most of our staff is sick, so I have to go in later tonight. Austin is at the clubhouse so I'm binge watching Netflix until I can't feel my feet."

"Wonder if anything has changed since their last meeting."

"Not sure. Austin hasn't said anything, then again he seems to be keeping everything from me lately."

"Really?" That's the first I've heard of that.

"Yes. Ever since I found out I was pregnant he's been a little distant. I know he loves me and shows me every day, but I do wonder if he's little worried."

"About the baby?"

"Yes."

"Candy, are you worried about the baby in that way?"

"A little..I'm sorry this is hard to speak to you about, I don't want to dredge up old memories." I look down at my bare feet and lean up against the washing machine. It's been a cool morning and the chilly air is making the house a little bitter.

"I don't want you to feel that way Candy. I'm always here for you, just like how you were for me. It's not going to be easy raising a child in this life, but Austin, Shane, and Max, they were all raised in this life and they turned out fine."

We both pause and then simultaneously crack up.

Right, bad example.

"Okay, maybe I shouldn't have said them, but there are plenty of other kids that were around that grew up loving the club but okay with not being around it. Slice's oldest daughter is a lawyer, Lucky's daughter works at a bakery, there are plenty of examples. Just because he or she will be born into this life, doesn't mean that's what they will chose for themselves."

"I know. I love the club, I really do, but it just makes me a little nervous. Is it bad that I kind of hope he doesn't follow in Austin's footsteps."

"No, remember Julia didn't want Austin or Max to join and she loved the club, it was her life. I'm pretty sure it's just a mom thing."

Candice and I catch up for a little while longer then hang up with the promise to have a girls day soon. I work on a few more web design orders, then check the time when my stomach growls for the tenth time in a row. It's four o'clock and I realize I haven't eaten since my apple this morning, so I head to the kitchen for some dinner.

Looking through the fridge I see enough ingredients to be able to make a decent helping of spaghetti. Opening the freezer, I pull out some garlic bread and begin. I'm nearly finishes when I look down and blow out a huff. I made way too much for just me, so I walk out back where I know Ghost is, and spot him on the back porch smoking.

"Hey stranger." I say walking over to the railing and matching his stance. He's leaning against the built in fence that runs along the porch. Ghost takes the cigarette out of his mouth and is about to flick it but looks over at my now annoyed stance and steps on it instead.

Once upon a time, I had sort of yelled at him for flicking his cigarettes anywhere. Working in a hospital, I have seen enough people come in for burns from fires that most likely start for the smallest things like throwing a cigarette out of a moving car that lands in a dry crop.

"You ain't cold?" He asks looking me up and down. I'm wearing some jean shorts and a long sleeve thermal.

"A little. I've been in the house all day; didn't think I was going to come outside."

"Supposed to get a storm tonight." He turns back towards the yard. It's not a large one, a wooden fence separates us from the darkened woods behind the house.

"Yeah. Listen I made some dinner. It's not much but I've made enough to feed an army, so if you wanted some.." Ghost simply looks at me with confusion. "You don't have to. I just figured." When he still doesn't say anything I turn around and head back inside.

"What did you make?" I turn and see a very uncomfortable looking Ghost.

"Ghost, you don't have to eat it with me. I was just letting you know you don't have to stay three hundred yards away from me, I don't have a goddamn restraining order on you." I cross my arms irritated with the fact that everyone feels like they must keep their distance from me. Especially Chance.

Ghost surprises me by throwing his head back with laughter. "Fuck darlin', I didn't mean to make you feel like you're the flu and I didn't want to catch you, I just didn't want your man up in my shit again about being around you."

Wait, what?

"Who the hell is my man?" I ask and Ghost gives me a 'you're kidding me' look.

"Not tryin' to be in your business." He begins to walk past me and when he opens the door the smell from the kitchen must catch up to him because he lets out a large groan. "Fuck girl, what did you say you were making again?"

"It's just spaghetti, have you heard of it, it's a strange meal that came from Italy and is enjoyed with meatballs and garlic bread." I sway my arms around and lead him to the dining table.

"Ha-ha, it actually originated from China."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, Chinese invented spaghetti, made it with rice flour. Italians got the recipe from Marco Polo, came up with their own version."

I just stare.

"What? Biker can't know his history?"

I smirk and give him a smartass comment. "No, you need to come in here a little more barbaric. Can't have you saying smart things in front of me. It's not good for your image." We both chuckle and sit down for an enjoyable meal. We spend the next half an hour eating and talking.

Which is exactly how Chance finds us when he walks through the door.

His anger shows the moment he seems an innocent yet, intimate looking dinner. I look over to see him scowl at Ghost.

"The fuck is going on here?" Chance demands startling me. Ghost sees my reaction and immediately stands.

"Havin' dinner. That a fuckin' crime Chance?"

"It is if you're fuckin' her." This sets me off. I stand and walk right over to him, slapping him in the face. The moment he sees my tears, his face's scowl disappears and turns into guilt.

"How dare you. I'm here waiting on you, like I am every day and you have the right to come in here, and be angry that the person you sent to watch over me is eating beside me? What the hell do you want me to do Chance, sit here and braid my long blonde hair waiting on you to come home?"

"Abby"

"No, I don't want to hear anything you have to say. You've shut me out, the one thing you said you wouldn't do to me again. What the hell do you want with me?"

Ghost walks past us and walks right out the door. Neither of us turn to watch him leave. Both enamored with each other.

"I didn't mean"

"Don't tell me what you meant or didn't mean. I am done waiting on you to decide if I'm going to be worth it for you. I can find anyone else to treat me the way I deserve to be treated."

"Like hell. You think I'm going to let some asshole come in here and take what's mine?"

"I'm not yours, you made that damn clear when you leave every single day and go God knows where. I don't question you, I don't fight with you about it, because I don't know what I am to you. For all I know you're fucking some other girl. Do I mean anything to you Chance?"

My anger nearly clouds my vision with the image of him with another woman. I am angered by his disrespect and when he looks away, I get my answer. He was never going to love me. Never going to make me completely his. I shake my head and walk away to my room before the tears building up can fall down.

Locking my door, I jump into bed and cry into my pillow. Frustration and disappointment hit me hard and I cry out the unwanted feeling I seem to always have. Of not being cared about the way I should, the way I deserve. Chance doesn't want me, that much is clear, my own father doesn't want me, he's made that obvious by staying away as well. There is nothing left here for me.

A knock hits the door and I grab one of the harder decorative pillows off the bed and throw it at the mocking wood. Childish I know, but my anger couldn't care how old I am right now.

"Abby, please talk to me." His voice sounds like the familiar man I had for a few days, but I don't trust who is on the other side. I'm tired of my heart always being hurt by those who promise to protect it.

"Leave me alone Chance."

"Babe, I'm sorry, I don't know why I freaked when I walked in. I had no right to act like that or treat you like that."

I jump off the bed and run over to the door, opening it with such force he almost falls through. "Your damn right you had no right to treat me like you did. How could you look at me like I've betrayed you when you haven't said two words to me in almost a week. How could you treat me like I belong to you when you haven't claimed me? I won't stand and wait for you any longer Chance, I deserve better, I deserve someone to love me like I need."

I don't know what brought on this sudden desire but I'm not backing down. I'm shaking, more than I ever have in my life, but no amount of body trembling is going to deter me from speaking my mind.

He grips my arms and pulls my towards his body. I can feel his tremble matching mine. "I'm not going to let you go Abby. You're mine."

I stare into his brown eyes, steaming with desire and say the only thing my body will allow. "Then show me."

Those words are all the ammunition Chance needs. He picks me up and places me on my bed. His lips descend down onto mine with fury and I throw my hands around his neck to deepen the kiss that has my legs shaking.

Chance's arms go lower and grip my ass with such force I find myself grinding onto him. I gasp when I feel his hardness and he takes advantage by sliding his tongue inside my mouth.

Fuck. That feels good.

Chance breaks the kiss, looking down at me with such hunger. I don't want him to change his mind, worried he is going to somehow hurt me, so I make quick work of my shirt. I'm not wearing anything special, a simple blue lace bra, but it's enough to cause him to groan and lower his mouth down on the pads.

"Chance please." I beg when I feel his teeth bite down onto my nipple.

This bra needs to come off now.

"Lean up babe." I do as told and lean up enough for him to unclasp my bra. The material falls and Chance leans up further to take me in. I'm normally a shy person, but at the moment I am too turned on to feel such insecurity. I lay back down on the bed, using my hands to push my boobs up further and pinch my nipples. "Fuck babe."

He lowers his mouth down once again and I nearly leap off the bed with the feeling of his mouth on me. His tongue circles the perked buds and once I feel his teeth once more, I know I'm close.

"Chance, I'm going to cum."

My release comes, rocking my body to the core. I open my eyes and watch as Chance, leans up and takes off his shirt. Holy mother of God. His chest is ripped in a six pack and defined muscles. I knew Chance was adamant about taking care of his body, and this is not my first time seeing him shirtless, but something about this intimate moment with him is causing a whole other emotion to curl out of me.

"Your turn darlin'." I waste no time. I lift my butt up enough to pull my jeans down, followed by my panties. I feel exposed, having done nothing like this before, and close my eyes. Chance take my face in his hand gently and I peal my eyes back open.

"Please don't hide from me baby. You look fuckin' amazing. Please don't think you don't." I nod my head and lean all the way back.

"Going to enjoy this babe." He takes my mouth once more, creating a need to come from down below. Reaching down, I tug on his pants until I feel him chuckle and give me enough mercy to pull them down himself. I reach down again to do the same with his boxers while he takes my mouth once more and realize I can't feel any.

Commando. Holy moly.

I grab his hard cock and begin stroking, causing a groan to erupt from his throat.

"Fuck baby, not gonna last long if you keep that up." He moans and I immediately let go. Chance grabs his cock and lines it along my drenched pussy but freezes when he sees my nervous reaction. "Abby. are you?"

"What?" His eyes nearly bulge out of his head and he almost jumps up, but my arms stop him. "Chance please, please don't turn away from me, not here, not now. Yes, I'm a virgin, but I don't want that to determine anything tonight. I just want you. I want you to be my first."

"Abby"

"No, please Chance, please, I want this with you."

He looks perplexed for a moment and I assume the worse but when he looks down at me his face is gentle and filled with devotion.

"If we do this, there is no going back babe. You're mine."

"And are you mine?"

"Always." That's all the confirmation I need as I lean my face up and meet his mouth once again. The kiss is strong and forceful, I'm giving him the power with me tonight.

When we finally beak apart he lowers his hand to grab his cock again and positions it back with my entrance. I tense, thinking too much but stop when he lowers his forehead down to mine.

"It's going to hurt babe. I can't stand hurting you, but I promise I'll be as gentle as I possibly can." I nod, knowing he means each word. Chance would never hurt me, I know this is killing him to do. I know he needs confirmation that this is indeed what I want and need.

"Please Ryan. I want you inside me."

"Fuck." He huffs out then pushes himself inside me. The pain is heavy and intense, I shut my eyes and breath through it at Chance's instructions. After a few seconds my body accommodates him, and he begins to move.

"Chance, it feels so good." I say causing him to move faster and harder. My body starts feeling heavier and I feel the numbing feeling coming over me again.

"Fuck Abby, I can feel you fuckin' gripping my cock. Fuck yeah, take that shit baby, take everything I fuckin' give you."

I cum with a scream and Chance follows right behind me. He moves me over so that we are laying side by side. My breathing is heavy, and the room smells of sex causing something in me to find the whole ordeal hilarious. Chance looks over to find me giggling and his expression makes me laugh even harder.

"Not a good idea to laugh after sex babe."

"I'm sorry. I continue to giggle. "It's just amazing, this feeling I have is amazing and I don't want it to go away."

"Not going to go away Abby. He grabs my hand and links our fingers. "Told you, you're mine. That's not changing anytime soon."

I smile at him, kissing his lips once more then lay down on his chest. His heartbeat slows, making me feel sleepy and sedated. My eyes close with a smile plastered on my face that won't go anywhere, that is until I wake to him screaming another woman's name.