Page 24 of Bruiser's Reckoning

“Is this what you plan on doing every time I get off a shift?” I ask, peeking up at him through my lashes.

“Damn right,” he answers, grinning, cupping the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. “Warning you now. Brace, Princess, I got to put up with you at that station, men eye fuckin’ you, I’m gonna fuck you however I please when I get you to myself again.”

I barely register those words before he’s on me again.

I guess we won’t be doing any resting up, which I don’t mind. Not in the least.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

GWYNETH

“We’ve gotta talk about something,” Bruiser utters, leaning into my back, lips at my ear.

“About what?” I ask, turning in his arms.

He left me with my friends early to go into a room that they call church. I don’t know much about MCs and their politics, but I’m sensing that whatever it is, it’s important to the members of the club.

“Let’s go to my room. We’ll talk about it in there,” he says, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me firmly into him.

“Um, okay.” I lick my lips somewhat nervously. Any conversation that begins with any sort of ‘We need to talk’ can’t be good. Right?

Bruiser guides me through the clubhouse until we’re in his room. He drops his arm away and starts pacing in front of the bed. Hands on his hips, head dipped downward.

“You going to tell me what’s going on?” I ask, climbing into the middle of the bed, sitting with my legs crossed, fingers together. “Did something happen? You were fine earlier.” Okay, I don’t bother hiding the blush I know is tinting my cheeks when I think exactly what he and I did after waking up tangled in each other’s arms.

Throughout the night, he’d taken me repeatedly. Always in different positions, but each time ended with him on top and coming deep inside me. It’s definitely a good thing that I’m on birth control. We haven’t talked about it, but I’m going to have to say something. I mean, I know I’m clean, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have sex with me unprotected unless he were clean. I’ve rarely had sex unless it was by myself with my toys.

Bruiser faces me with a grim look. “I’ve got something I need to tell you, and you’re not gonna like it.”

“Unless it’s you telling me that you’ve got some disease and I now have it, I think I can handle it,” I state, pulling my legs up and wrapping my arms around them.

“What?” He blinks and stares at me like I’ve grown two heads. “You think I’d fuck you without protection and give you some shit?”

“Well, we’ve never talked about it.” I shrug and bite my bottom lip.

“You could have asked if you wanted to know, Princess,” he grumbles and goes back to pacing. “I’ve never fucked a woman other than you without a condom. I’ve never let a bitch blow me without a condom.”

“You haven’t even let me do that,” I blurt before I can stop the words from coming out.

That stops him in his tracks, and he comes to the end of the bed, leans in, bracing his upper body on the bed with his hands, and gets in my face. “Gwyneth, any other time, I’d pull my dick out and tell you to get on your knees and let me fuck your pretty little mouth.”

“That would be interesting,” I barely breathe out before I find myself flat on my back and Bruiser hovering over me.

“Woman, if you don’t get your mind out of the gutter, I’m going to put you over my knee.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Okay, if I don’t stop, I’m really going to get myself in trouble.

“Swear to God, Princess, your ass is in trouble,” he snarls and jerks away. “You’ve earned a spanking, baby, be warned, I’m not forgetting about it, but I’ve got more important shit that we gotta talk about.”

“Okay.” I pout, sitting back up. “For the record, we don’t have to worry about you knocking me up. I’m on the pill.”

“I know you are.” Smirking, he cocks a brow. “I saw the pills in the drawer next to your toys.”

“You did not.” I gasp, eyes widening.

“Oh yeah, I did. Don’t think I don’t intend to use that purple dildo on you, Princess. I want to watch as your pussy sucks it right on in. Maybe I’ll fuck your ass while you’ve got your pussy filled with your toy.”

“Oh my God,” I breathe, trying not to think of how much the thought turns me on.

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