Primal Fury by Piper Davenport

Indigo

For the next two weeks, my life consisted of physical therapy and doctor follow-ups. I was never allowed to be alone, so either Jekyll, Bellamy, or my dad was with me at all times.

By day three, I was getting antsy.

By day four, I was over it all together.

But, here I sat, totally unable to do anything for myself. Mina had decided being with her friends would be okay as long as she could see Jekyll every day, so she was at Walker House for the time being while the authorities tried to find family members who could take her and the others. Bellamy was pretty much doing my job, with the occasional phone call when I needed to make a final decision, and my dad was hovering in the form of calling me every four hours to make sure I was doing okay.

“Babe,” Jekyll said, sounding irritated.

“What?” I snapped. I was currently stuck in my oversized cuddle chair, a blanket settled around me as some movie played on the television in front of me. The sound was on way low because I’d suddenly developed a headache that I could not seem to shake. Jekyll was in my kitchen making dinner, but I wasn’t hungry.

“You want fries?”

“No.”

“You sure? I’m making ’em fresh,” he said.

“When I say I don’t want something, Hyde, I mean I don’t want it,” I growled.

He frowned, setting the knife down and sliding out from behind my kitchen island, walking my way. “You in pain?” he asked, hunkering down in front of me.

“I’m always in pain,” I said pathetically.

“Talk to me.”

I wrinkled my nose. “I like my alone time.”

“Yep, I’m aware.”

“Have I had any alone time in the last million years?” I challenged.

“Nope.”

“Exactly.”

“And you know why you can’t be alone, so what’s the problem?” he asked.

“I have stated the problem. And, yes, I know I can’t be alone, but it pisses me off, and I’m feeling my feelings because of that,” I huffed out, pulling my blanket closer.

He smiled gently. “You need me to solve any of this, or do you just want to be mad?”

“I just want to be mad.”

“You wanna be mad while eating fresh fries, or do you wanna be mad and just eat steak?”

I narrowed my eyes. “I want to be mad and eat fries.”

“That’s what I thought,” he retorted, standing, but leaning down to kiss me gently. “This’ll all be over soon, GoGo.”

“This’ll all be over soon, GoGo,”I mimicked, and Jekyll grinned at me over his shoulder.

“You’re cute when you’re bein’ ornery.”

“You’re cute when you’re bein’ ornery.” I may have sassed him, but I could not stop a smile at his laugh.

He was proving he was good at joking me out of a bad mood, and I was finding I liked it when he did it.

I was a naturally happy person, and hated being blue, so avoided it at all costs. But when I was down, I tended to spiral, so finding someone who could manage that side of me was kind of surprising. Even Bellamy gave me a wide berth once a month.

But Jekyll was with me through all of it, and he didn’t seem to want to be anywhere else. It was nice. It was also scary.

Particularly because I was falling in love with him.

Fast.

Jekyll brought me a pain pill, pulling me from my thoughts and set it on the table beside me. “After you’ve put some food in your stomach,” he ordered.

“Okay, honey, thanks.”

He cupped my chin. “You got this.”

“We’ll see.”

“Love that spirit, GoGo,” he droned, heading back into the kitchen, and returning with a plate filled with more food than a linebacker could eat.

He pulled up a tray and set everything on my lap. “There’s no way.”

He chuckled, pulling up a tray of his own. “Eat what you can, baby.”

After grabbing another plate from the kitchen, he sat beside me and opened a beer.

“Have we reached the TV dinner stage of our relationship?” I asked, cutting into my steak.

“I’d say yes, but I haven’t farted in front of you yet.”

I made a mock barf sound and wrinkled my nose. “Small mercies.”

He laughed. “Take your pill.”

“I’ve had two bites,” I argued.

“Yeah, I know. Take it.”

I rolled my eyes, popping the pill into my mouth and swallowing it with water. “Happy?”

“All I care about is you bein’ happy, Indigo,” he said. “And you will be, as soon as that kicks in.”

“Thanks for taking care of me,” I said, shoving a fry into my mouth. Lord, the man could cook. “And adding to my daily calorie count.”

“Need your thighs a bit thicker when I eat you out.”

I almost choked on my fry. “What the hell?”

He grinned, taking swig of his beer. “You heard me.”

I recovered, focusing on him, and raising an eyebrow. “Are you any good at it?”

“No complaints.”

“That’s what all guys say.”

“How many guys have said that to you?”

“A few.”

“That doesn’t bode well,” he mused.

I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs, or the fact I was trusting him more and more each day, but I couldn’t stop myself from blurting my experience. “Honestly, I’ve only slept with three guys, but my last relationship… if you can call it that… ended because he thought the way to make me, um, come, was to say the alphabet out loud while he was feasting.”

“Fuck me,” he breathed out.

“And he had to sing the song, Hyde.”

“No fucking way,” he said, obviously trying not to laugh.

“Yep,” I said. “I didn’t end up sleeping with him.”

“Small mercies.”

I chuckled. “Giant mercies.”

“Yeah? How come?”

I shuddered. “I just couldn’t. What if he sang Row, Row, Row Your Boat while we fucked? Um, no.”

Jekyll dropped his head back and laughed. “I’m filing all that information away for future use.”

“That scares me a little.”

He grinned, leaning over, and gripping my chin gently. “Once I get you under me, baby, you’ll be ruined for anyone else.”

“You ruin me for anyone else, and you’re stuck with me. Forever.”

He grinned wide, his already beautiful face spectacular. “That’s the plan.”

I almost lost my breath. “Hyde,” I whispered.

“You freakin’?”

“Not even a little,” I admitted.

“You in this with me, then?”

“You installed butt washers on my toilets without me asking,” I whispered.

This fact was true. He’d had one of his biker friends (Scooby was his name, I think) install outlets in the areas just behind my toilets in order to accommodate bidets. Jekyll had installed them the same day and I honestly don’t know how I ever lived without them.

“Yeah, I did,” he confirmed.

“You took care of me. Again.”

“Yeah, I did. Always will, baby.”

I smiled. “I know. So, I’m in this with you,” I said, eating another fry.

“Love that, GoGo.”

I blushed. “Me too, honey.”

He set his tray aside, standing so he could lean over and kiss me. “Never had this, baby.”

“Never had what?”

“A relationship not built on sex first.”

“I haven’t had a relationship that’s gone this deep,” I said. “I’ve never known the real deal before. I may have thought I had at some point, but there’s been nothing like this.”

He kissed me again. “Love that too.”

“Me too, honey.” I cocked my head. “I would really like you to share a little about you next time, okay?”

He closed his eyes briefly, but nodded and I smiled.

One more kiss and he was back on the sofa with his food in front of him again. I fell asleep shortly after I’d finished eating a quarter of what was on my plate, awakening to the sound of Jekyll’s low voice.

“Yeah, Hugh, she’s good. She’s sleeping.”

“No, she’s not,” I countered, and Jekyll stepped out of the kitchen, walking toward me and handing me my phone.

“It’s your dad.”

“Yeah, I picked up on that.” I put the phone to my ear. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Hey, love. How are you feeling?”

“Better every day,” I said. “How are you?”

“I’ll be better when you’re all healed up.”

“I know.” I smiled. “But my babysitters are all doing an exemplary job.”

He chuckled. “I see that.”

“I’m okay, Dad. Promise.”

“I’ll swing by tomorrow, mo stoirín.”

“I have PT.”

“After PT,” he stressed.

I sighed. “Okay. I’ll text you.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Sweet dreams, my darling girl,” he said, and I smiled.

“You too, Daddy.”

He hung up and I set my phone on the side table.

“Bedtime,” Jekyll announced.

Before I could grumble, my phone buzzed again. Seeing it was Bellamy, I picked it up. “Hey, bestie.”

“Hey, bitch. You feeling better?”

“Meh. Why? Do you need me?” I asked hopefully. I was desperate for a distraction.

“We’re officially full,” she said. “Like, over, full. If they don’t expand the girls’ dorms soon, we’ll be in violation.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I knew we were close for sure.”

“Kendall and JoJo are officially over eighteen,” I said. “But I hate to make them move right now.”

The beauty of Walker House was we strived to help the older kids transition into adulthood when the foster system pretty much kicked them to the curb the second they turned eighteen. We gave everyone at least a year to find a full-time job, finish school, or whatever. Then we helped them find a place to live, usually with other kids who’d graduated from Walker House, and we kept an eye on them for as long as they wanted us too. We were always a resource.

“We’re going to figure it out, Bell. We have a few weeks.”

“Yeah, that’s true. And we’ve been in more precarious situations in the past.”

“Exactly.”

“It’s weird to have the money to do everything we need to do, but still unable to do it in time.”

“I know. I’ll do some internet sleuthing and see if we can’t find a contractor.”

“You sure you’re up to that?” she asked.

“Absolutely. I need something to do and this will be a good distraction.”

“Okay, honey, good plan,” she said. “I’ll be there tomorrow so Jekyll can go to his little boy scout meeting or whatever.”

I chuckled. “Church.”

“I bet there’s absolutely no fucking prayer happening at those things. Why the hell do they call it ‘church’?”

“I’ll let you ask him that.”

I glanced at Jekyll who rose an eyebrow but didn’t ask.

“Yeah, I’ll pass,” she retorted.

“Your choice.”

“I’ll meet you at your place at five,” she said.

“Okay. See you then.”

I hung up and set my phone on the side table as Jekyll sauntered over to me. Lordy, he was sexy.

“Stop,” he growled.

I blinked up at him. “Stop what?”

“Looking at me like you want to lick every inch of me.”

I shrugged. “I do want to lick every inch of you.”

He narrowed his eyes, settling his hands on either side of the chair and kissing me gently. “Not sure you’re that mobile just yet.”

“I’m horny as hell, Hyde.”

“I can take care of that, Indigo.”

I bit my lip. “Even if I can’t return the fav—”

His mouth was on mine before I was able to finish the sentence. Then, he was lifting me gently from the chair and guiding me back to my bedroom. He gently stripped me, kissing each area he revealed. By the time I was naked before him, my body was covered with delicious goosebumps.

I put all my weight on my good leg but managed to lean against the mattress as he cupped my breasts, thumbing them into tight buds.

“You have the most perfect tits,” he breathed out before leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about doing this?”

I smiled, grasping his shoulders in order to keep myself up. “How long?”

“Since you strutted your heart shaped ass into the parking lot of Nocturn, pretending not to be scared of me.”

“I wasn’t scared of you,” I lied.

He met my eyes.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

He stroked my cheek. “I’m not gonna stop, honey. But you can’t stand on that leg for long. I’m gonna help you stretch out, okay?”

“Yes,” I hissed out slowly.

Jekyll helped me onto my bed, setting a pillow under my bad leg while I drew up my other. “Spread, beautiful,” he ordered, and I opened for him.

He knelt between my legs, running his tongue between my folds as I wove my fingers into his hair and gripped hard.

Sliding a finger inside of me, he sucked on my clit, and I moaned as my body arched into him of its own accord.

And then I heard a strange noise and sat up slightly. “What are you doing?”

He grinned at me from between my legs and went back to singing and I couldn’t stop a snort of laughter. “Oh my god!”

He was humming the ABCs.

“Is it workin’ for you?” he teased.

“Not even a little,” I lied.

Truth be told, he could sing the Star-Spangled Banner and it would work for me… his mouth was everything.

He kissed the inside of one of my thighs and chuckled.

“Will you please focus?” I hissed.

“I apologize, majesty,” he retorted, returning to his task at hand.

And, lord, he did it better than he’d started off.

“Hyde,” I breathed out.

He added a finger, pumping gently as his mouth worked my clit, and I cried out as my body climaxed around his digits. He slid them out, wrapping his mouth around them and licking them clean.

“Oh my god,” I breathed out. “That was… amazing.”

“You want more?” he asked, hovering over me.

“I don’t know if I can handle more right now.” I stroked his beard. “But now that I know you’re this good, I’m gonna want more tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.”

“I’ll be happy to oblige.” He grinned, kissing me gently. “Ready for bed?”

I nodded and he helped me into panties and shirt before stretching out beside me.

* **

Jekyll

Wednesday night, I left Indigo in the competent hands of her father and best friend and rode to the cabin for a meeting with Sundance and the others. Given the amount of shit Wrath and I had gotten the club into, I was prepared for Sundance to rain hell down on us both.

“Well, you two certainly managed to land us smack dab in the middle of the thickest of shit, didn’t you?” Sundance bit out.

He didn’t yell or beat our asses with chains, although he’d certainly be within his rights to do so. Wrath and I had both fucked up, big time, and our club was gonna pay the price. I’d led an unsanctioned mission, and Wrath had killed one of the Kings’ highest-ranking guys. Worst of all, Scrappy was dead, and his blood was on my hands.

“Where’s Scooby?” Orion asked his father.

“Resting,” Sundance replied. “Needles gave him a sedative. He’s out for now,”

“Jesus,” Orion said, dragging his hand down his face.

Sundance dragged his hands down his face. “He’s out for blood. He wants payback for his brother.”

Sundance was putting Scooby’s reaction to his younger brother’s death lightly. Scooby had completely lost it. Busting up the clubhouse, not to mention, a couple of knuckles, from punching a hole in the wall. It took four brothers to wrestle him to the ground before Needles could shoot him up with whatever horse tranquilizer he used to knock him out.

“Seems to me we’re even after Wrath took out Dagger,” Moses said.

“Try telling that to Scooby, or the Kings for that matter,” Sundance replied. “There’s no way they’re gonna let this go before more Howlers’ blood is spilled. Not to mention the fact that we stole their merchandise.”

“We rescued five little girls from being sold as sex slaves,” I said.

“You traded Scrappy’s life for theirs,” Sundance snapped.

“I think Scrappy would be okay with that,” I replied.

“You’d better pray Scooby feels the same way, because when he finally lays eyes on you, he may very well blame you for his brother’s death.”

I said nothing. Sundance was right. No matter the good we’d done, I’d have to answer for Scrappy. I’d effectively avoided Scooby since the incident, but couldn’t for much longer, and there would be a definite reckoning.

“You ran off half-cocked, got one of your brothers killed, and started a war with the Kings,” Sundance continued. “I should take your patch. Yours too,” he said, pointing to Wrath and Rocky. “But I have a feeling we’re gonna need every man we’ve got.”

“So, what’s the plan, Prez?” Orion asked.

“The Kings have already reached out. They want a meeting,” Sundance said.

“A meeting?” Rocky asked.

“That’s right,” Sundance replied. “Baby Doll wants to meet to discuss the terms of the return of his merchandise.”

“Return?” I blurted out. “There’s no way we’re handing those girls back to those anim—”

“Did I miss a club meeting?” Sundance interrupted. “Was I voted out as president, and you put in my place?”

I shook my head.

“Then how about you shut the fuck up while I dig us out of the pit you managed to put us in?” he hissed.

“Sorry, Sundance. I only wanted to get Leo out of there. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“Well, lucky you. You’re gonna get the chance to clear all of this up with Baby Doll face-to-face, because he wants to speak with those responsible for Dagger, directly.”

“I’ll bet he does,” Wrath snickered.

“You think this is funny? The only reason Baby Doll has called for a sit down instead of all-out war is because we have history. You’d already be full of bullet holes otherwise. Dagger’s been Baby Doll’s boy for twenty-five years. They came up together. Did time together.”

“So, what? We give up our guys to appease this scumbag gang leader?” Orion asked.

“Of course not. But if Baby Doll says he wants to meet, it’s not a suggestion. The Kings may be a bunch of thugs, but they outnumber us two to one.”

“And who the fuck knows how many more guns they’ve got than us.” Rocky added.

“One thing is for sure,” Sundance said. “Baby Doll is out for blood. No matter what he says at this meeting. He’s gonna try and kill everyone in the club one-by-one if we don’t find a way to squash this right now.”

“We need leverage,” Orion said.

“We have the girls,” Rocky said. “We know Baby Doll wants them back.”

“That’s not enough. Besides, that’s never gonna happen.”

“Then what?” Rocky asked.

“We’d better fuckin’ figure it out by the meeting.”