Page 19 of Throttle

“You’re cruel.” I glare at him.

“Nah. Daddy just wants you to have something to look forward to.” A few more kisses, then he walks to the door. “I’ll see you later. Be good.”

“Aren’t I always?”

“No,” he deadpans with a lift of a single brow. He leaves and I collapse against the pillows.

It’s been three weeks since that morning Throttle and I first had sex, and during that time, we’ve been on each other like animals. I don’t know what exactly changed that day, but he’s been nothing but nice to me, showering me with kisses, compliments, and the best orgasms I’ve ever had in my life. He takes care of me, and I’ve learned to let him.

Maybe it was his comment that I push people away. I wanted to deny the truth in his words, but the more I thought about it, I couldn’t. After my dad died so unexpectedly, I can admit I didn’t let too many people get close to me. Work has always been my life, so it was an easy crutch when I needed excuses to avoid friends and relationships.

But Throttle saw right through me from the beginning. With Tony’s thugs coming after me, I didn’t have my job to bail me out. So I acted like a bitch to keep him at arm’s length. I guess I didn’t get too far with that, now did I? He makes it easy to trust him, and that certainly helps me keep my walls down.

The first few days at the clubhouse, I grew bored without Throttle here, just waiting until he returned from club business, whatever that means, although I have my suspicions. But eventually I found things to do while managing to stay out of the way. I’ve met a few of the ol’ ladies, as they call their girlfriends and wives, and really hit it off with Emma. She’s sweet but tough, and after everything she’s been through, I can see why.

Then today, Lucien called, asking if I’d help him on a case. He explained the details, that a few members of the MC were arrested on unfounded charges. Venom wanted every stone unturned to get his brothers out of trouble and the charges dismissed.

I quickly agreed to help, dying for something to keep me busy before I go stir crazy. I was hoping Throttle would be happy that I’m helping, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

“I don’t understand. I want to help. So how does that create a problem?” We’re sitting on the bed, his back resting against the headboard while I lean against his chest. He lazily drags his fingertips along my arm, but his body is tense.

“Why can’t Lucien handle this on his own? Or get someone else to help?”

“Because, believe it or not, I’m good at what I do.” I don’t think he’s questioning my skills, but I’m defensive anyway.

“I have no doubt that you are, but there are enemies closing in on us right now. Not just the usual rival clubs either. Somebody is up to some bullshit, and we still don’t know who it is or why. If they catch wind of some pretty, hotshot lawyer helping us, they’re gonna investigate. And who knows how they’ll use that information?”

I can hear the concern in his tone and turn to face him, locking my gaze with his. “I can’t say that won’t happen, because we both know it’s a possibility. But I wanna help your friends. And I can bring a new perspective to the case, maybe think of something that Lucien didn’t. So I need you to trust me and let me do what I do best.”

Throttle takes a moment, his gaze searing deeper into mine before he cups my face, stroking his calloused thumb across my cheek. “Just promise you’ll be careful and work from the clubhouse. This is Lucien’s case and you’re working behind the scenes.”

“But I have you to protect me. Why do I need to be careful?”

His expression is stern with an unspoken warning.

“Fine, Daddy. I’ll be careful,” I teasingly comply.

I shriek when Throttle’s powerful arms wrap around me while he buries his head in the crook of my neck, playfully biting at the tender flesh. “Shit, I’m hard.”

I feel his cock pressing into my back and grin. “It’s only been ten minutes.”

“And I’m ready to go again. Be thankful.” He crooks his finger. “Now, C’mere. Your pussy needs another orgasm.”

I sit outside with Tex and Breaker typing away on my laptop while they work on their bikes. They’ve been assigned to babysit me for the last few days while Throttle has been on a run. He made it clear that I’d have 24/7 protection and wasn’t to be left alone. He also left no room for argument either, not that I thought it would do me any good.

I’ve actually grown to like my two new bodyguards, even though they’re complete opposites. Tex is outgoing, always shouting out the first thing that pops in his head while Breaker is more stoic. He’s quiet, so quiet I can hardly hear him when he enters the room and I jump out of my skin every time I turn and find him standing behind me.

“How’s the case going?” Tex asks, wiping down the side of his bike until it glimmers in the sun.

“We’re making good headway. I never take on a case I’m not confident of winning.” I lift my chin with pride at my current progress.

“What about that Tony Bertelli one? It’s the reason you’re here, isn’t it?” He raises a brow and I flush.

“That was an unfortunate circumstance. No one could win that one. And it’s rude of you to bring it up.” My lips purse as I turn up my nose.

“My mistake. I was just saying.” Tex holds up his hands in surrender and chuckles.

“You’ll clear this up for our brothers. I know you will,” Breaker chimes in, not even glancing in my direction. I smile at his statement with renewed determination washing over me.

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