Page 122 of Wife Number One

Her pussy pulsed.

I came inside her so deep and hard and fast, no care given to how irresponsible it was to screw her without a condom, not once but multiple times.

I didn’t care. Just needed to be in her.

She shouted my name, squeezed her arms around my neck, clamped down on my cock, and milked it until I was dry.

Fucked me until I couldn’t breathe for how good it felt.

Fucked me until I remembered she would never be mine.

I carried her from the wall to the couch. Laid her down gently. Covered her body with the robe still clinging to her shoulders.

This time when I went for the door, she didn’t stop me.

It was what I should have done last night.

Fucked her.

Then left.

Istaggered back to the clubhouse, hating every step that took me away from her.

Hating myself even more for caring.

Amber sat on a chair outside the clubhouse, an oversized shirt that probably belonged to one of the guys swamping her petite frame. Her nipples showed through the sheer fabric but did absolutely nothing for me. Not compared to the way Kara’s soft tits had fallen from the confines of her robe just now.

A cigarette dangled from Amber’s fingers as she looked me up and down. “Big night?”

I just kept walking.

Why was it so easy with her, and yet it had felt like agony when I’d done the same to Kara?

I needed a shower. An ice-cold shower that got rid of her smell and her taste and her memory.

War glanced up when I stormed through the room. I didn’t even know what he was doing here at this hour, and I didn’t care. Fang was there too, as well as Ice, and Aloha, and all the other guys. All of them up oddly early.

“Hawk,” War called.

I just kept going.

“Hawk!”

I stopped, grinding my teeth together in annoyance that he’d used his prez voice I couldn’t ignore instead of the best friend voice that I could tell to go to Hell. “What?” I snapped.

His gaze narrowed. “Didn’t you get my text? I called everyone to church. Where the hell were you?”

I swore under my breath. I hadn’t even glanced at my phone since we’d gotten back from the hospital last night. It was probably still in the van. Church was sacred. It meant the club had something important to discuss that nonmembers weren’t privy to.

I wasn’t happy with myself for missing the message. As VP I was supposed to have War’s back and set an example for the other guys.

But where I’d been last night wasn’t his business, prez or not. I wasn’t going to blab to the entire club about what Kara and I had been doing.

Amber strode past on her way to the kitchen. “He was in Rebel’s sister’s cabin. Fucking up a storm by the look of him. Saw him doing the walk of shame back up the path.”

Oh, she was a spiteful bitch when she wanted to be. I glared at her, and she flipped me the bird. “What? You were, weren’t you?”

“Is that true?” Fang asked, slowly getting up from his seat, his eyes darkening with anger. “Tell me that’s not fucking true.”

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