His Promise Page 8

  Her shoes were slick with mud as she crawled into the cave beside Rocco. She looked about, and the only evidence that something had been living there was the thin spiderweb that hung in one of the corners. She sat flat on her bottom, and stretched her legs out.

  Rocco futilely wiped the rain off of his face with the ends of his shirt. He sighed and sat back against the thick sheet of rock behind him. “At least this is a pretty decent sized cave.”

  Hailey nodded and peered into the mess of a storm that was raging outside. A small family of rabbits hurried to get out of the high winds. She turned to Rocco and placed her hand on top of his. “It could be worse. I could be in the woods by myself with no way of knowing how I’m going to get out of here.”

  Rocco guffawed and said, “Yeah, I’d like to see that.”

  Hailey scoffed and swatted Rocco against the arm. It was like throwing a feather at a stack of bricks. She sighed and drew a long line in the dirt with the tip of her finger. “You know, I’m not completely useless. I’ve been camping, I could survive in the wild by myself.”

  “Yeah, you’d survive fine until a couple of distressed male campers showed up and decided you’d be a great tool to relieve a little tension.” Rocco raised his eyes towards her, and there was a humorous glint in his eyes.

  Hailey rolled her eyes and pressed herself against the back of the cave. The top and bottom rows of her teeth chattered together.

  “You’re cold?”

  Hailey turned towards him but crossed her arms and stuck out her chin. “No, I’m fine. I can handle it.”

  Rocco shook his head and slid across the dirt. He reached deeper into the cave and the sound of his hands rustling against something stole Hailey’s attention. She looked over his shoulder and said, “What’s that you’re doing?”

  He rolled his eyes, “I thought that you could handle yourself.”

  “Fine.” Hailey turned to the opening of the cave and scanned the woods. Strong, powerful tree trunks creaked and whistled, and she sighed. What if a wolf is also seeking shelter and he finds our cave? She turned her gaze towards Rocco and the project that he fiddled with on the other end of the cave.

  Could Rocco fight off a wolf?

  Rocco tossed a bundle of leaves, a rock, and a few twigs into the center of the cave. He placed the twig in the center of the leaves and rotated it between his palms.

  “What are you doing?” Hailey questioned. She unfolded her arms and moved towards him.

  “Well, you may not need to be warm, but I turn into a little bitch when I catch a cold so I’d rather have some heat.” Rocco rubbed the sticks together.

  Hailey sat back on her hands and said, “I can’t imagine you acting like a ‘little bitch’.”

  Rocco gave her a dubious glance before returning his gaze to his work. The stick moved in between his palms, and a barely noticeable line of smoke had started to float up from the bundle of leaves. “You should have seen me after my Old Lady died. My real one.”

  “Your real one?”

  Rocco sighed, “Yeah. She… didn’t make it out of a wreck. I wasn’t myself for a long time after that, Clyde will be the first to tell you. I didn’t ride, I thought about trading in my bike. It was Meish and everyone else back at the club that helped pull me back to reality. After a while, I felt more like myself but some things never fell back into place.”

  “Like what?”

  Rocco grinned at the small flame that had sprouted in between the leaves. He placed his hands flat on the dirt and blew onto it.

  In between breaths he said, “I didn’t look for another Old Lady after that. I always thought that if it ever came down to it, I wouldn’t be able to do right by her. Or keep her out of trouble.” He shook his head, “Maybe I’m wrong.”

  Hailey considered that for a moment before she said, “Maybe you are.”

  Rocco sat back on his hands and they both watched the flames of the fire flicker in between the leaves. The warmth that emanated from the makeshift fireplace spread onto Hailey’s palms. She held her up hands up to the fire and said, “I’ve felt like that before, you know.”

  “Did you lose your last boyfriend to a really nasty game of badminton?”

  Hailey scowled and said, “No. No, I actually lost him for a really fucked up reason.”

  Rocco held his hands out in front of the fire and said, “What was the reason?”

  Hailey sighed and said, “Becca.”

  Rocco’s eyes widened and he repeated, “Becca?”

  Hailey nodded, “Becca and my ex, Derek, ended up getting together while he and I were still together. She felt guilty and spilled all of the details to me, and then moved in with him. We hadn’t spoken for a long time until the day that your guys threw us into that van.”

  The fire crackled between them and Hailey sighed as she held her hands above the flames. “I don’t know if she even loved him, but a part of me really hoped that they were happy together if it meant ruining love for me. I learned that a lot of men will lose interest and you could be a knockout like Becca, and still only hold their attention for six months.”

  Rocco frowned and said, “Not all men are like that. I certainly wasn’t before Mariah was killed.”

  Hailey smiled and said, “Mariah? Was that her name? It’s pretty.”

  Rocco shrugged. “She was pretty. She was the total opposite of you, actually.”

  “Thanks,” Hailey said, dryly.

  Rocco chuckled and said, “Meaning that she was a different kind of pretty. She was the kind of pretty that could bring the toughest, roughest motherfucker to his knees. She had short brown hair that she wore in a bob, she never bothered with makeup and all of the bells and whistles that other women put up with. Everyone at Chasing Spirits loved her.”

  “It sounds like you loved her too.”

  Rocco shook his head. “It’s in the past. It sounds like what happened with Becca was pretty shit. I can’t imagine why you give a damn about her now.”

  Hailey shrugged and squeezed one of Rocco’s hands. “We’ve put that behind us now. There’s more pressing things to focus on. Maybe you can put everything behind you too.”

  Rocco stared into the dwindling flames before tossing another handful of leaves into the fire. The flames devoured the kindling, and the fire burned brighter. Rocco scooted towards Hailey and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

  “Maybe.” He sighed and said, “If I find a person that’s worth putting it all behind me. Maybe I can.”

  Hailey smiled and leaned against him. Her hand rested in Rocco’s lap, and her fingertips twitched against his crotch. Rocco sat his hand on top of hers, and lifted it to his lips. Just outside of the cave, the wind picked up and whipped the rain about. Rain pelted the outside of the cave, and Hailey redirected her attention to Rocco.

  Rocco pressed his lips against the back of her hand, she watched as his lips traveled from her hand to her arm, and to the smooth, creamy skin on her shoulder. Hailey groaned as Rocco’s tongue brushed against the nape of her neck. Rocco rested his fingers on her collarbone. His kisses traveled from the nape of her neck to her earlobe, his teeth tugged on her skin. He exhaled, his breath sent a rush of warmth through her skin. Hailey arched into him, and a contented sigh fell past her lips. Rocco pressed his hand into the middle of her breasts. He pushed until her back connected with the ground. His head rested in the crook of her shoulder for a few moments. The wind whistled beside them, and Hailey’s hands idly toyed with the short, black strands of Rocco’s hair. Rocco twisted his arm above and grasped Hailey’s hand in his. He pulled her close to him and planted feather soft kisses in between her breasts. His lips hovered just above her rib cage before pulled her shirt over her head. He set it into the dirt beside him. Hailey held her hands above her head and buried her fingertips into the coarse mud of the cave floor.

  She gasped at the brief sting of Rocco’s fingernails scraping against her thighs. Rocco pulled her shorts and panties around her ankles with urgency.
He tossed them to the side where they landed in a crumpled heap beside the fire. Rocco brushed his lips against where his fingernails had roughly dug into Hailey’s skin before. He gently nudged her legs apart, and nipped at the inside of her thighs. His tongue lapped at the beet red mark that had been left by his the edges of his teeth.

  Rocco’s eyes met with Hailey’s and he grinned. He pushed the tip of his index finger against her opening. His fingers were already slick as he curved his fingers and slipped inside until his knuckle tapped against her pubic bone.

  Hailey bucked her hips, her bottom rose and fell off of the ground. Rocco’s low chuckle was the perfect soundtrack as he pumped his finger in and out of her. He pumped her fingers inside of her until her walls tightened around his finger. Hailey groaned and propped herself up onto her elbows.

  She spread her legs further apart and offered herself to Rocco. “Go ahead. Put yourself inside.”

  Rocco’s cock stiffened and pressed against the denim of his jeans. He smirked, and pushed Hailey back onto the dirt. “I’m going to take my time.”

  Hailey’s pussy pulsed with want, her clit was swollen and abused from the friction of Rocco’s fingertips grinding against it. She pushed her hips against his hand. I didn’t think that any man could ever make me beg for it.

  “Please,” she mumbled.

  Rocco lowered his lips to the opening of Hailey’s pussy. Her sweet, musky smell toyed with the small bit of restraint that he’d had left. He opened his mouth wide and placed it over her clit and vulva. Hailey’s garbled moans rang throughout the cave as Rocco sucked on her clit.

  His lips formed an “o” shape and he sucked on her bud until a more powerful orgasm racked Hailey’s body. Rocco lifted his mouth off of her clit and replaced it with his thumb. He pushed his thumb into it and set to work his tongue. His slick, powerful tongue flexed inside of her, and grazed against her walls.

  Rocco’s cock swelled and he bit on his bottom lip. He lapped at her sticky, wet slit. Hailey’s legs pressed onto either side of his head. She trembled, she was confident that each stroke of Rocco’s tongue was going to drive her wild. Hailey thought of how she might look to him if she slid out from underneath him and pushed him onto his back. She wondered if he cursed underneath his breath as she straddled him, and took in the length of his cock. Would he give her a swift smack on the ass to send the message that he was to be in charge from now on? Would he slip his hands underneath his head, and watch her work?

  “Ah!” She cried out, three powerful waves of pleasure wracked her body. Each one was stronger than the last, and each wave made her curl further inside of herself. Rocco tapped against the outside of her thighs and she reluctantly spread her legs apart. Rocco’s lips and cheeks were bright red. He smirked, his lust clouded eyes sent a more powerful message than any stroke of his tongue could have.

  Wordlessly, Hailey pulled herself into a sitting position and batted Rocco’s hand away as he tried to push her back against the ground. She bent her knees and sprang into his chest. Hailey flattened her palms and pressed them against Rocco’s chest. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins and a satisfied smirk appeared on her face as Rocco’s back connected with the dirt beneath him.

  There was an air of amusement in his eyes as Hailey fiddled with his belt buckle. The metal clicked definitely, and Hailey tossed the belt over the dwindling flames of the fire and heard the buckle smack against the other side of the cave.

  Hailey yanked his boxer briefs down and his thick, rigid dick spilled out of them. Hailey inhaled as she lifted her pussy just above his cock. A throaty scream echoed throughout the cave as she brought herself down on top of it. Rocco could only see the whites of her eyes as she bounced up and down on his cock. While his dick filled her, the tip of his cock grazed against her swollen bud. Hailey swept her hands over her hair, she ran her fingers over the loose strands and the bare skin on her shoulders.

  Rocco’s mouth fell open as her pussy closed around his cock. Her walls shut around him, and tugged at the delicate skin on his groin. Rocco’s fingers found their way to the skin just above the loose, pale blond curls on Hailey’s mounds. His fingers traveled up her belly, and he drew small circles around her navel. From there, he moved his hand up the length of her body until he could cup one of her round breasts in his hand. He stroked her nipple, and groaned at the way that she tightened around him. Rocco circled his arms around her, and pulled her to him until her nipples hovered in front of his lips. He hooked his mouth around her nipple, and used his lips to tug on her nipples.

  He pumped into her, and each time that they would separate, a thicker film of moisture gathered in between them. Hailey’s lower body tingled with the powerful sensation of a full body orgasm. A thin, clear liquid ran down Rocco’s cock, and over his legs.

  Rocco grinned as the pressure of his own orgasm built up inside of him. Hailey rolled over onto her side, her shoulders shook with convulsions. She slipped her hand in between her slippery thighs, and propped her head up onto Rocco’s shoulder.

  Rocco sighed, the remnants of his come that hadn’t made it into Hailey’s body had run over the side of his leg. He turned his head towards the opening of the cave, where the last round of raindrops were beginning to splash against thick tree trunks.

  His eyes fluttered closed, and sleep tugged at the edge of his mind. Rocco pulled Hailey to him, her back side trembled against his thigh. He fell asleep to the rhythmic sound of her panicked breaths slowing, and becoming as low as a whisper.

  Chapter 8

  The back of Hailey’s neck pulsated with pain. She opened her eyes, and immediately threw her arms out in front of her. Crap. She blinked and wet her eyes until they adjusted to the piercing rays of sunshine that poured into the cave. The scene to her left looked as if the world had been torn apart and rebuilt in a night. A tree branch had been detached from it’s tree, and had been thrown into the middle of the clearing. Small pools of water had yet to dry up at the base of tree trunks and in holes that had been dug out by rabbits.

  Beside her, Rocco’s light snores floated up towards the moss covered rock above them. Memories of the night before flooded her mind, the sensation of Rocco nibbling on her clit and dragging his fingernails along her thighs made her cheeks burn bright red.

  She rose to her feet and stroked her hand against her cheeks, flecks of mud and dirt had gotten stuck to her exposed bottom over the last eight hours that she and Rocco had spent resting. Hailey stretched her arm over her head until the joints in her shoulders made a satisfying clicking sound. She gasped, vibrations rocked underneath her feet.

  Hailey whipped her head towards the opening of the cave, and expected to see an angry bear looming over them. However, the tranquil scene that had been there a moment before still remained. She stepped over the remnants of the extinguished fire from the night before, and the vibrating intensified.

  I didn’t think that we got earthquakes in Illinois. A flash of light caught her eye to the right of her, and she moved towards her discarded shorts. She slipped one of her fingers into one of the empty belt loops, and held them out in front of her.

  The back pocket of her shorts was illuminated briefly, before it faded away. Hailey narrowed her eyes and pulled her cell phone out of the pocket. The screen had been cracked during all of the commotion that occurred when Rocco’s riders found her outside of Granger Cafe.

  She winced as she dragged her thumb across the glass, and small shards of what remained of the screen scraped against her skin. Hailey sighed and navigated the home screen, before opening her text messages. A barrage of texts had been sent to her inbox over the last few days. However, the most recent sender’s name stuck out at the very top of the list: Dad.

  Hailey opened the chain of messages which started with panicked requests to know how the riders at Chasing Spirits were treating her, and evolved to more pressing questions about her location.

  She cupped her hand over the screen to shield it from the sunlight, and
her eyes ran over a text that read: Turn on the location services on your phone. I’m not playing this game with the shitstains over at Chasing Spirits anymore. I’ll come and get you myself.

  Hailey’s eyes widened and she threw one of her hands against the wall of the cave. He wants to know where I am. The riders at Chasing Spirits will go insane if they know that my father is in route to get me.

  She dragged her hand over her face and shook her head. What if Meish instructs them to ‘take care of me’ because they haven’t forged a deal yet? Hailey stared straight forward, and followed the curve of Rocco’s cheekbones and jaw with her eyes.

  Would he let them do whatever they wanted to me? She glanced at her phone screen once more before returning it to the back pocket of her jeans. Hailey sighed. I can’t blame him. I’d go nuts if Dad went missing for weeks on end.

  Hailey frowned and placed her hands over her lower belly. She snatched the pair of shorts off of the ground and thumped her fingers against the phone screen.