Chapter 18 - Communicating
I sat next to Ovella’s bed, my eyes scanning her body for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. We were on our fourth day. Doc had set up a drip, coming every morning and night to check all her vitals were still stable. He swore Vell was just resting - that the beating she endured was pretty intense, and she just needed time to recoup her strength after the trauma.
“Why don’t you try talking to your friend? It helped you.” I jolted at the sudden voice filling the room.
“Doc said that. I just... I don’t know what to say?” Caveman moved into the small space, resting against the foot of Ovella’s bed. Usually, Brutus assumes the night shift, but last night, I needed a Jakobe reprieve and came to hide with cousin - who would have wholly disapproved of my cowardly actions.
“I have to head to work. Mafia, you need to get some rest and let someone else take-over.”
“Brutus and Aja have been swapping with me, and Deon said he’s going to talk to Nevaeh about coming in to watch over Vell, so I can resume Kitty and Leighton duty. Although, I actually think Deon wants to pay Eva, so she is here, and not at the strip joint or her apartment.”
“Of course, he does,” Jakobe rolled his eyes. “You care deeply for Ovella, don’t you?”
I leaned forward with my elbows pressed against my knees. “I didn’t get a lot of friends growing up, so, I guess you cherish the ones you get now, like Kitty.”
“You still haven’t given me an answer, princess?” I knew it was wrong to leave him hanging like that, especially from what I’ve learned about what an honour it is to be a bikers ‘Old Lady’, but I couldn’t give Jakobe an answer. I suppose I wanted him to tell me he loved me and wanted me as his Old Lady out of love, and not his immediate concern for extra protection. I kept my back to Jakobe and stayed silent, “fine, I’ll see you later.” My gorgeous man left the room without giving me a kiss. I knew this was causing a catastrophic ripple in our relationship, but I had already lost my heart to him and the sting of him not saying ‘I love you’ tore harder than expected.
The stupid thing was, why did I need the validation? I know Jakobe loves me, I feel it in my heart, and he proves it continuously. Maybe it was just the fact that becoming ‘his’, meant losing the small amount of freedom I had gained. Perhaps it was a mind manipulation of losing my own control, or possibly, it was merely that I become a higher rank, by becoming ‘his indefinitely’. Whatever my reasons, this ditch I was digging was getting to be an exhausting exercise, avoiding a certain subject is hard work.
Every evening, Kitty would help me bathe Vell, and we’d create some pretty funky hairstyles. Our favourite was making Vell look like a troll. We would spread her hair around the pillow, and tease it, I think this form of entertainment kept us from worrying too much about her trance-like state. Kitty and I would really fuzz up Ovella’s locks before Brutus came in, he’d take a photo of our latest masterpiece, and then Brutus would assume the overnight surveillance of her. Ovella’s light brown tresses were starting to feel better - healthier - stronger - but, I desired to see those beautiful brown doe eyes of hers. It was time for Ovella Pearl to wake up, and as I sat there, in the recliner beside her fragile frame, I found myself, for the first time in a long time, praying.
Praying to whom? I really couldn’t tell you because from what I have seen in my years as a Mafia King’s daughter, proved to me there was no god!
I must have fallen asleep in the chair waiting for Vell because one minute I was dead to the world, the next, I felt my body being lifted and moved. The person responsible smelt of grease, kind of like they had been pulling apart an engine. It was Jakobe, I could sense it, nobody was blessed with such warmth and unmistakable comfort, the feeling of Sunday roasts and laughing, like a fifties commercial for dishwashing liquid.
What an odd description.
“Vell?” I murmured, “I have to go back to Vell.” I lazily opened my eyes to see caveman carrying me to his room.
“C’ mon Baby, you need some proper rest, she’s being cared for.”
“Don’t be upset with me, Jakobe. I hate hurting you.” My stupid sleep-deprived mind was allowing things to fall out my mouth without a proper thought process. Yawning loudly, I leaned into his welcoming tenderness.
“I’m not upset, just feeling rejected,” Jakobe admitted as he opened the door.
“I need something from you first; something you are not willing to declare without a doubt yet, and that’s okay, then and only then, will I give you an answer.” After placing me on the edge of the bed, Jakobe knelt down in between my legs.
“So, that’s what’s stopping you?” I finally braved up and connected my eyes fully with his, shrugging sheepishly.
“I may be the daughter of a Mafia Kingpin, but I am still a woman. I can be hurt deeply, regardless of my past, I cry, and even though I have killed seven people, I can still feel. I’m fine with the way things are at the moment, the exclusivity is enough for me, for now, but I also don’t want to sacrifice myself in something you’re just not quite sure of. Everything is so unstable for me, Jakobe. This is your room, your club, your president whose permission I have to ask if I’m going further than down the road, your rules, your brothers at risk if we make a mistake, and because it’s all yours, what happens when I’m no longer an interest to you? What transpires if you decide you want me gone? You may be all great and ready for our relationship now, but what if Prez decides I can no longer remain here?...”
“Deon would never do that,” Jakobe interjected.
“Really, Jakobe? Out of everything I just said, that’s the part that you heard?”
“No I-I, no... dammit...” I got up and shuffled into the bathroom. “Wait... Priya... Wait?”
“Wait for what? For you to figure out your feelings? I never asked you to rush this, you did that on your own, almost as if you’re waiting for me to say the words first. I’m one hundred percent sure of my heart, you have a fear, I don’t know why? And that’s okay, we will get through it if we have too, but I can’t give you what you need until I know for sure we are solid.” I closed the bathroom door and flopped into the empty bathtub.
I was exhausted; I’d spent the last two days and last night in that damn recliner. I needed to eat properly, and I required a decent rest, but the bathtub felt so comfortable. Kicking off my shoes, I snuggled in.
“Are you fucken kidding me?” My eyes snapped open, only to come face to face with a very angry but handsome man. “I have been talking to you for the last forty-five minutes, did you hear anything I explained?”
I recoiled into the tub with a horrified expression on my face, slowly moving my head from side to side. “No, nothing,” I remorsefully admitted.
“Priya...” Jakobe grumbled before standing and turning on the shower. He lifted me out of my makeshift sleeping cot and began to disrobe me. “I can’t worry about you taking care of yourself too, on top of everything else I’m concerned with.”
“No. You need to wash, Priya. I’ve got our food waiting.” Jakobe removed his clothes while I lustfully watched.
He collected my body and deposited me inside the shower, taking the washcloth, and Vanilla body wash and began to lather every inch of my bared form. I kept close tabs on his awakening arousal as he lathered my flesh in soapy suds. Jakobe appeared to be annoyed by his bodies reaction, so naturally, I squirted a small amount of soap into my hand, and when he stood to clean my auburn hair - I seized my opportunity.
Sliding up and down, along his thick, long, and divinely sculptured hardened cock, Jakobe peeked at me through unimpressed hooded eyes. I bit my bottom lip sensually, and gazed up at him with innocents, gripping the base of his fuckstick as best as I could with my left hand, and with the right, I rapidly stroked. Jakobe’s head lulls back, surrendering those erotic, lusty groans I relished so very much - the sound that had me creaming between my thighs.
“Priya,” he whispered through pants.
“Fuck, you are the sexiest man, I have ever seen,” I purred while fisting his enormous beast.
“Priya,” he muttered again, capturing my lips with his.
Jakobe spun me around and placed my hands against the tiled wall. “Don’t move those hands Mafia. If you do, I will punish you, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathed heavily.
The water pounded down hard upon our heated flesh as Jakobe’s hands trailed my back. Bent over, with my palms splayed against the tiles, his very stiff erection rested atop my plump behind. I turned my head to observe his action, only to find my biker man with lust-filled orbs. Jakobe’s gaze following where his hands moved, massaging my taut back muscles.
“Don’t move,” caveman warned again.
“Jakobe,” I whimpered.
“Shh, patience Princess Mafia.” Jakobe’s large palms cupped my ass cheeks and squeezed, kneading my rounded derriere, leaving me to moan delightfully. “Priya, I think I’m addicted to you.”
I couldn’t help but giggle, “big scary biker addicted to little old me?” His thick fingers slid across my saturated folds, jolting me with heavenly pleasure. Jakobe’s holy touch was not just erotic but welcomed against my pulsing core, especially after a couple of days’ worth of neglect.
“Don’t move those hands,” he warns as his fingertips roamed my nude figure. “I’m scared I will wake up one day, and you’re gone, Mafia, did you know that? I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life, and you make me happy - part of me believes I don’t deserve it, this happiness - deserve you.”
His admission broke me from my lusting stupor. I corrected my posture and turned around to look at Jakobe dead on. “Do you really think I would do that?” I cupped his cheeks, forcing caveman to remain focused. “I’m not going anywhere until you send my insubordinate ass away, you own everything of me Jakobe...” our lips meshed together in heated, emotional kisses, our tongues dancing together, grinding against one another before I pulled back. “You asked me to trust you with my heart, promised to keep it safe, I have. My mind, my body, my soul, and my heart, belong completely to you and only you, so trust me with yours, Jakobe, because you are everything I’ve ever wanted or needed.”
“You are an heiress, and I am an outlaw.”
“Yep. Heiress to a ‘drug’ empire baby, not exactly something you’d wanna be proud of. Do you think one day I want my kids to know I got them their new kicks because I sold extra cocaine? No. I want them to be honoured I’m their mum, not ashamed.”
“What if we had kids? We don’t exactly follow the law here either, would you be ashamed to bring our kids up in this environment?” I almost stopped breathing, hearing Jakobe speak of ‘our kids’ sent my heart fluttering wildly.
“You want to have kids with me?”
“Priya,” he warned. Jeez, anyone would think it was a crime to joke.
“It’s different here, The Road Warriors are all family. Would I want to raise them inside headquarters? No. But, having children around the club seems fine to me - look how great Kitty turned out?” Jakobe breathed a sigh of relief, “so, caveman, you want to have youngsters with me?” I prodded, arching my brow inquisitively.
“There’s a lot of things I wanna do with you that I never wished for before,” I smirked, assessing whether I should tease Jakobe further - but decided against it, my handsome man’s admission was enough. “But, uh Priya...” Jakobe captured my lips again, this time, sensual and slow, feeling my soul with his kiss. Jakobe closed the space between us and whispered in my ear, “you moved your hands, Mafia.”
My eyes grew wide, but then I grinned, “It was worth it, I think that was the most honest talk we’ve had.” I turned around, resuming my stance. I knew Jakobe loved me, and now, I understood his reluctance to voice it, but he told me without telling me directly that he loved me, and for now - that’s sufficient - just not enough to say ‘yes’ to being his permanent, ‘Old Lady’.
“Baby, I know what you’re thinking...” Jakobe continued his feathery light touching of my pussy lips, which had me squirming with excitement.
“And what is that?” I purred as Jakobe inserted two digits into my quivering hole and rhythmically pumped. I was gasping for air, the intense build-up growing inside my lower abdomen. I loved how my biker man maneuvered me, exceeding any others who had previously defiled my body. Jakobe’s magical caress washed all of their inadequate performances away, and I was simply his, to be played at will.
“You think you didn’t agree to be mine...” Jakobe picked up the pace, pumping faster, spurring on my impending. “But you just confirmed Mafia, you are my Old Lady.” I went to move, to argue with him as the knot in my abdomen throbbed, “don’t move your hands,” he ordered with authority. On the verge of orgasm, Jakobe had me linger there, lost to his sexual control.
All of a sudden, Jakobe yanked his talented fingers out, and I almost died.
“No!” I screamed.
“I told you...”
“Fuck you, Jakobe,” I spat angrily at being left incomplete and unsatisfied. “This is not how it’s going down.”
“Shh baby, calm yourself. I’m simply teasing, you were right, it was worth you breaking my command for.” Jakobe snickered at me. I was flustered and altogether horny, this was not over - I needed to cum.