Page 15 of Throttle

Since Sketch and Boner have been taken into custody, we decide to play it smart and keep low profiles for the time being. But in case the club draws any heat, we quietly move our inventory to our backup location until we can figure this shit out.

I take out my phone and call Alec Drew, a friend from way back who owns the largest waste management company in Carnage. I give him the briefest rundown of the situation, and he swiftly agrees to supply a few trucks for our transport. I don’t tell him what we’re moving but I don’t need to. He knows not to ask questions and how to keep his mouth shut, especially for what we pay him. Alec is loyal as fuck. I’ve tried to get him to prospect with the Disciples, and he always turns me down but has been there for anything I’ve ever asked of him.

I spend the next few hours with my brothers loading and unloading our contraband, burying it deep in the back of a warehouse at the landfill Alec owns. When I notice the sun going down, I realize I’ve been gone all day and left Sienna by herself longer than I wanted. I ride to the clubhouse, exhausted and sweaty from being outside in the sun. When I walk inside my room, I find the smart-mouthed beauty lying on her stomach in the middle of my bed, wearing my sweats and watching TV. Her head swivels toward me when I enter.

“Hey,” I say, struck dumb by her pretty face.

“Hi.”

I smell like ass, so I don’t utter another word before heading straight for the bathroom. I shower, washing away the grime and dirt, then quickly towel off. When I step back into my bedroom, I find a commercial-worthy turkey sandwich with all the trimmings and a cold bottle of beer waiting for me on the desk. I turn to Sienna, a brow raised in silent question.

“You looked hungry.” She shrugs but her expression gives nothing away.

I stare at her, surprised by her thoughtfulness after our exchange this morning. This was actually… nice of her. “Did you eat?”

“Yeah, just before you got back.” Her gaze drifts down my body while her cheeks heat with a subtle blush. Lifting her eyes back to mine, she suggests, “Maybe you should get dressed.” She pinches her lips together to suppress a smile.

I blink and glance down at my bare chest, my skin still damp with droplets of water from my shower. My towel hangs loosely around my hips, emphasizing the cut grooves of muscle pointing to the outline of my dick. While I enjoy feeling her eyes on my body, I decide this is not the time for my cock to get hard. I pull open a dresser drawer, snatching up a pair of boxers and fresh jeans. I tug them on before strolling over to the desk to grab the plate.

Plopping down on one side of the bed, I pat the empty space beside me. “Come here. I won’t bite. Unless you ask me to.”

Sienna rolls her eyes but surprises me when she scoots closer, then returns her attention to the TV. I’m starving, seeing as I haven’t eaten since breakfast, so I quietly eat my food while I watch her rest her chin on her hands, her eyes fluttering closed. Being the stubborn woman that she is, Sienna tries to fight sleep, jolting herself awake a few times. I take a chance, hoping she won’t move away, and smooth my hand over her lower back while rubbing small circles. Finally, her head rests on her overlapped hands and her eyes remain closed as she becomes peacefully still.

I wait until she falls into a deeper sleep and I hear her slow, measured breaths before gently gathering her in my arms to tuck her in. I crawl under the covers next to her and watch TV until much-needed sleep takes me too.

9

THROTTLE

Something soft and lightly perfumed tickles my cheek, rousing me awake. I roll my head to the side to find Sienna curled up in my arms, her head resting beneath my chin on my chest. Her freshly shampooed hair rubs against my face with each exhale of air. I close my eyes again, listening to her breathe.

She’s beautiful like this—her face devoid of any tension or fear. Peacefully sleeping like she belongs here with me. I can’t help myself as I gingerly rake my fingers through her silky strands, pulling them back from her face. When I barely graze her flawless skin, she nuzzles closer like a kitten seeking warmth. I chuckle, unable to take my eyes off her.

I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at her when she blinks her eyes open and her sleepy gaze settles on mine. “Morning, Princess.”

“Mmmm… Good morning.” I can barely decipher her words through her yawn. “I guess I was more tired than I thought last night.”

“You fell asleep at the best part. Kelly and Maddie got into a huge fight at dinner and sent the whole house into an uproar.”

Sienna giggles, her head pivoting to the TV that’s still on but tuned into a different channel now. “You were actually watching a reality show?”

“Eh, it was on and I didn’t feel like hunting for the remote.” I shrug as I try to read her face, but she merely stares at me, her eyes unblinking as if attempting to solve a puzzle.

“You’re so strange, you know that?”

“Yeah? How so?” I don’t mean to, but my eyes drop to her mouth again. I can’t get that kiss out of my head, even after a good night’s sleep.

“You… just are. I don’t know.” Her brows scrunch together as thoughts appear to war inside her mind. She’s overthinking and I need her to get out of her head.

Leaning closer, so my face is only a few inches from hers now, I give her a moment to back away or say no, to leave my bed and tell me to fuck off. But she stays, her eyes never leaving mine.

Part of me wants to back off, wondering if this is a momentary lapse in judgment for her that she’ll regret. But the devil on my shoulder urges me to take what I want, what I know she’ll enjoy—consequences be damned. I have her consent. She can be pissed at me later.

“Well, when you figure it out, you let me know.” Then I’m kissing her. Sienna welcomes it, pushing into me so there’s no space between us. I settle onto my back, pulling her on top of me. I can feel my hard cock pressing into her. She lets out a moan as I slowly roll my hips, thrusting upward while letting her feel how much she turns me on.

“Throttle…” Her hands press into my chest as her nails dig into my skin. I grip her waist, forcing her to sink down farther.

“I thought about that kiss all day. Your taste. The way you smelled. How good your lips felt against mine.”

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