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Now that I’ve closed myself in the bathroom, I have to take that shower, and just hope he doesn’t barge in. Who the hell am I kidding, I’m almost hoping he does.

Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I strip last night’s sleep shorts and tank top from my body. At least I can be thankful for small mercies that he left me clothed when he placed me in his bed at the clubhouse last night.

I turn on the water to just under steaming, and step under the spray, almost immediately feeling the tension leave my body. I’m so ensconced in the task at hand that I don’t notice the door to the bathroom opening, and only when the glass door of the shower slides open do I react by bringing my arms up to cover my breasts and pussy.

Chains is standing there, his gaze smouldering. I open my mouth, intending to tell him to get out. Until I lower my gaze down his beautiful naked body, and notice a piercing at the tip of his cock. The words get caught in my throat, and my mouth dries up. My tongue peeks out involuntarily to wet my dry lips.

“It’s called an Apadravya.” he tells me, his voice smoky, knowing what my eyes have seen as his own eyes take me in, coming to rest I realize too late on the ugly scar on my stomach. Without another word, he steps into the cubicle with me, backing me up against the wall. I swallow nervously, and let him take the soap from my shaky hands.

“You didn’t have it when we were together all those years ago.” My voice comes out unsteady, “Or the tattoos.” I tack on, in the same tone of voice.

“I got it when I was in the Marines.” he speaks without looking at me, and for some unfathomable reason, he lathers up my body, and I let him. Running the soap over my breasts, he watches as the tips become hard points, but he doesn’t touch them, even though I’m fighting my body’s reaction to what he’s doing. I want to yell at him to put his mouth on me. But I remain silent, watching what he’s going to do.

Once he rinses the top half of me off, he kneels in front of me, and I can’t help the gasp of shock when he leans forward, and places his lips on the scar on my stomach. For a reason I can’t fathom, hot, stinging tears course down my cheeks, mingling with the running water.

Still silent, his eyes zero in on my pussy, and instinctively, I try to close my legs, but he doesn’t let me. Grabbing my thighs with both of his hands, widening my stance.

“Are you wet for me, little one?” He rumbles through his chest, and I can feel an automatic gush of moisture coat my pussy and slip past my inner thighs. He notices, and smiles a satisfied smile. “Oh yes, you definitely are.”

It's in that instant when he leans forward and breathes in the scent of my pussy. “You smell like Ambrosia.” he says. His tongue coming out to lick my pussy lips from back to front.

“Shit.” I cry out in a whimper as my legs quiver, barely holding me up.

“Hold on to me,” he instructs, whilst not removing his mouth from my pussy, the vibration going a long way in bringing me closer to my release.

I grab a hold of his strong shoulders, his skin is tanned, the dark ink sexy as all hell. I lick my lips and lean back, resting my head on the tiled wall behind me, as he lifts my leg and places it over his shoulder for better access to me.

Once I’m opened up like a peach, he dives in once more, his hands cupping the globes of my ass, squeezing tightly as he goes to town on my clit, using his tongue and teeth to bring me pleasure like I’ve never known.

And suddenly, I’m right on the precipice before falling over on a scream, my head moving from side to side, my eyes closed.

“Open those pretty green eyes for me. I want to see you fall apart,” he instructs. I do as he asks, my pelvis pressing into his face as my body lets go. It’s then I notice he’s got his massive cock in his free hand, and is jerking it furiously, his eyes never leaving mine as he stands, and suddenly he’s coming on a loud roar, strings of white pearls coating my lower stomach and pussy.

Without thought, I reach out, wrapping my small hand around him, unable to enclose it completely, and lower myself to my knees. I open my mouth and suck and lick him until he’s all clean, enjoying the taste of him in my mouth.

“Such a good girl.” He groans, quickly washing us both off before he picks me up, together with a towel, and we return to the bedroom.

On the bed, together we lay there for a while; wrapped in his arms, I fall into a blissful sleep.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Chains

After everything that happened last night, with that fucker showing up at the club, then throwing a rock through the window at Zoe and Lexie’s place, it had taken me a while to fall asleep. Seeing her in an almost catatonic state when I’d returned to the apartment building not half an hour after I’d left Zoe there alone with Lexie. I knew I should have insisted she return to the clubhouse with me. But I didn’t want to push her.

Even showering together, and coming together, didn’t help with my insomnia. When I did finally fall asleep before dawn, I wasn’t expecting loud banging on the door to bring me out of the deep slumber I’d fallen into, my arms wrapped securely around Zoe. I groan as I slowly open my eyes. Voices suddenly penetrated my brain, and I could finally take in what the person was saying.

“The gym’s on fire. Get your ass up.” With those words, I was up and out of bed in seconds. Unfortunately, waking Zoe with my shaky movements.

“What happened?” she asks sleepily.

“Go back to sleep, baby.” I tell her and kiss her forehead tenderly, before quickly getting into my clothes. Thankfully, she turns on her side, her back facing me, and goes back to sleep. I don’t need her worrying any more over this fire than she already is with that asshole showing his face in Briar Creek. I would have preferred to have woken her gently with a good fucking, but that will have to wait for another time.

Sliding into my boots, I make my way downstairs to the common room, where all the brothers have congregated.

“What the fuck’s happened?” I demand. I can see Ky’s dark and stormy face; he looks about to explode.

“There was a fire at the fucking vet practice next door, and it reached the gym.”

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