Page 100 of Throttle

“Ugh, if only.” I pat his chest. “Come on, big boy, we gotta go before Chain has both our asses.”

“I want yours.” Throttle runs a hand from the back of my thigh and cups a bare ass cheek, then stills. “Naughty. Naughty. My little rose.”

Yup. No underwear.

“What can I say?” I shrug, walking toward the door. “I find teasing you is my new favorite thing.”

“You will be the death of me.”

Once we arrive at the club, Throttle separates from me and goes upstairs for church with the rest of the guys. I steal a few glances before they fade away from sight, unsure if he'll tell me what they discuss. I know how unlikely that will be considering club business is club business.

Despite the slow evening, I'm glad for Maggie's company as she sits down at the bar. “Hi, darlin’. Vodka, please.” Her smile reaches her eyes.

“Of course. Coming right up.”

“You’re glowing and from the way you haven’t stopped smiling, I’d say your night was quite eventful.” She smirks and I blush.

I set down her drink. “I guess you can say it was… well, magical.”

“Hallelujah!” She slams a palm down and the customer at the far end of the bar jumps. “It’s about damn time. Took our boy long enough.”

“I didn’t say it was Throttle.”

“Honey. You didn’t have to. By the way you’re shining like a damn Christmas tree, there couldn’t have been any other man.” She smiles over her glass.

“Fine. Yes, it was Throttle.” I laugh.

God. I really have sex written all over my face.

“It’s official then. Thank goodness. Maybe he’ll go back to being his charming self. We were getting tired of the emotional, mopey Throttle.”

I laugh, aware of the side of him she is referring to.

As I towel a glass, I glance at the stairs and Maggie notices.

“Don’t you worry yourself. Our men will take care of it.”

“There was a woman. Someone found her dead, and only God knows what else occurred before her murder. It's impossible for me not to be afraid for the rest of them. If there are more victims, will they be rescued in time? They have to, right?” My voice quivers.

Maggie sighs and gives a nod of agreement. “These crimes have persisted for too long, but our boys can stop them.”

“Why not get the police involved?” I whisper, checking if the customer has overheard me. When I notice him using his phone, I carry on. “They have to do something. It’s their job.”

“The heat will try to help the best way they can, dear, but unfortunately, they are only capable of doing so much.” Her eyes sink into mine. A silent telling. I know what she means. I understand the difference between them and the club. What the Chains risk. She pats my hand.

Maggie stays and keeps me company until the guys wrap up their meeting and they come thundering downstairs.

Since we’re slow, I sneak to the supply room. Throttle's eyes never leave me as desire builds up between us.

I rush in, cautiously stepping back, expecting him to follow. I'm already excited because it feels like a game. All but kicking and squealing and I swear I sense him before he walks through the door. I always know. There’s a strong aura in his presence.

“My girl. Are you trying to run from me?”

“I’d hardly consider this running away. But if I say yes, will you catch me?” I went back until I hit the shelf.

This seems familiar.

He stalks me with a predatory intent, then rests his body on mine. “I’d chase you. Find you. Keep you. And then fuck you. Every. Damn. Time.” He jerks me forward and his rock-hard length presses against me.

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