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Bruiser carries me up some stairs and into a house already lit up. I’m guessing one of the other guys went ahead of us and opened the doors. Just inside the house, he lowers me to my feet and takes my hand. “Come on, I’ll take you to the kitchen and make you something to eat while I tell you everything you need to know.”

“Okay, Bruiser.” I sigh, giving in to him. I wanted to know everything, but I didn’t. In the truck just before falling asleep some time ago, I decided ignorance was bliss.

Bruiser guides me through, up another set of stairs, and it dawns on me we’re at a beach house.

“Where exactly are we?” I ask him as we clear the stairwell and the open kitchen living space comes into view.

The kitchen is a nice size with stainless steel appliances, a curved counter in the middle with a sink surrounded by black granite tile. A long wooden light-grain table sits just off to the side of the kitchen. On the other side, there’s a couch and loveseat squaring off another section of the space. The walls are a cool blue with different types of beach decor hanging, including a map. The back wall is mostly all windows except for a set of glass double doors, making the room feel bigger than it is. Granted, it’s still a big room. I’m willing to bet in the light of day, it’s a gorgeous space to be in.

“The club has several safe houses. Some in state. Some out. This one is in Avon and isn’t just a safe house, it’s used whenever one of the members wants to come to the beach,” he says, moving around the kitchen and pulling things out to make sandwiches. “Our room is on the second floor, along with Dagger’s. Carbine and Colt are going to take the bottom floor. There’s a bathroom just behind the kitchen in that little adjacent hall.”

“So, we’re at a beach,” I remark, moving to sit on a stool in front of him, watching him as he works at making a sandwich.

“Yep.” He nods. “Hammer made a call to Twister, the president of the Franklin Charter. He found out Horse, the VP there, is actually in town with his family. They stocked up the place for us.”

“That was nice of them.”

“Yeah, it was,” he says, lifting his gaze to mine, and I know it’s time. He’s going to tell me what he hadn’t told me in the truck. “Johnathan Bryant put a bounty on you. One that says kill anyone who gets in the way.”

And there it is. The reason we’re in a safe house. We’re all here because it’s safer to be away from everyone else and not get anyone else hurt. This is far worse than I ever thought it could be. To make matters worse, Bruiser and his brothers are risking their safety to protect me, which scares me even more.

If something were to happen to any of them, especially Bruiser, I don’t think I could handle it. I know for a fact I couldn’t. In the time we’ve actually been together, he’s come to mean so much to me, and it would kill me if he were gone.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

GWYNETH

I come awake to warm, strong arms surrounding me and the length of the man the arms are attached to pressing against me. Even better, the hard shaft sliding between my bare thighs.

Bruiser’s awake, and more than ready to play, it seems. I, for one, wouldn’t mind.

Last night, after we finished eating our sandwiches, I excused myself to take a shower and to think about everything he told me. It wasn’t just the part about the bounty on my head. It was more to it. Stuff I’m doing my best not to think about.

After my shower, I curled up in the bed, not bothering to put any clothes on or drying my hair. I did at least lotion my skin, using some stuff I found in the bathroom. I couldn’t be happier to have someone at least think to stock up with stuff we could actually use since I didn’t get the chance to pack my bathroom essentials.

I’d fallen asleep before Bruiser came in the room, so I don’t know when he joined me, but I definitely don’t mind that he’s here now. With nothing between us, he could easily slide inside me and take me just like this. But that’s not what I want. No, I want something else entirely.

I pull away enough to roll over. I glance at Bruiser’s face to find his eyes closed. Smiling, I press my lips to the center of his chest. He doesn’t move, and I kiss him again, then again, moving downward. That is until I come to the part of him that I crave tasting the most. I wrap a hand around the base and lick my lips, eyes going up to find he’s still yet to open his eyes. But I know he’s awake. It’s in the way he’s holding his body still.

With a swirl of my tongue around the tip, I take my time to explore, bobbing my head, taking him nearly to my throat, and swallowing. I do this several times, drawing back, paying attention to just under the head of his shaft, and going back down to take him deep.

Bruiser groans and wraps his fingers in my hair, taking control of my movements. I love the way he does this. It makes it all that much better.

“Fuckin’ love your mouth, Princess,” he rasps gruffly. His fingers tighten in my hair and it makes me that much hotter.

I slide my free hand between my thighs and circle my clit, moaning at the sensation it sends through my body. Needing more, I dip my fingers farther into my pussy, thrusting two deep inside. As good as it feels, I need more. I want more, but I like Bruiser’s dick in my mouth. Remembering where my bag was, I draw away from him long enough to inch to the side of the bed.

“What you doing, Princess?” he asks, propping himself up.

“You’ll see.” I give him a grin and reach into my bag sitting next to the bed. Opening it, I wrap my fingers around the base of my dildo and pull it out. I meet Bruiser’s heated gaze when he realizes what I have in my hand.

“Come here,” he orders, not giving me a chance to do just that. He reaches for me, grips my waist, turns, and lifts me until I’m straddling him, his face between my legs. “Give me that toy,” he commands, holding a hand out for the dildo. I give it to him without so much as a peep. This is exactly what I want.

Not waiting for him, I lower myself down and take his length back in my mouth. This time sucking him enthusiastically, wanting to taste him. It becomes harder to focus on my own task when Bruiser not only uses the toy but his mouth.

Back and forth, he fucks me with the toy and sucks my clit until I’m moaning around his shaft. We battle each other to give the most pleasure we can.

He beats me at it when he adds fingers to press into my rear. It’s something he’s done a few times, but not like this. First, one finger, then another. There’s something to be said about him taking me like this, filling me so completely.

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