Page 24 of Fletch

I feel his breath at my ear. “You smell good,” he growls, pushing another finger into me. I gasp as he moves them in and out, occasionally hooking them enough to hit that sweet spot. “I need to taste you some more,” he continues. “Lift up, Snap.”

I push onto all fours, and Fletch slides his face beneath me, hooking his arms around my thighs and tugging me down onto his waiting mouth. I shudder the second his tongue flicks my swollen bud. He pushes his fingers into me, moving them quickly, all the while licking and sucking. I come hard, my entire body vibrating with need.

I hear the faint sound of a packet ripping and then Fletch moves beneath me, sliding up my body. He smirks up at me, taking a handful of my hair again and pulling my mouth to his. I taste myself as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth.

His erection presses at my opening and he eases in, stretching me slowly, causing more sparks to ignite my nerve endings. Pushing me to sit upright, he unhooks my bra and stares at me with eyes full of lust. “Now, fuck me, Snap.” I move, lifting off him and slamming down hard. He growls, cupping my breasts. “Again,” he orders. I repeat the same action, and he closes his eyes. I move faster, lifting, dropping, lifting, dropping, until he grips my hips, stilling me. My breaths come in heavy bursts, and I know if he doesn’t let me move soon, I might combust. I rock against him, and he releases my hips, allowing me to move freely. His thumb finds my clit and presses against it. I cry out, shuddering in surprise as I come apart for a second time. “My turn,” he murmurs, spinning us until he’s on top.

He pulls my hands until they’re above my head, and he moves one of my legs up and over his shoulder before fucking me like a feral animal, thrusting so hard, I move up the bed. He comes on a roar, straining with his cock buried so far inside me, I feel it pulsing against my inner walls. “Fuckkk,” he whispers, wiping the sweat from his forehead on the back of his arm. “Give me an hour, we’re doing that again.” And then he drops down beside me, breathing heavily.

I wait twenty minutes, until I’m certain Fletch is in a deep sleep, before slipping from his bed and creeping across to his walk-in wardrobe. I skim the rails of clothes, he always loved his designer shirts, and as I slip a black one from the rail, I notice it still has tags. I snap them off and pull it on. It’s far too big, but what choice do I have? I can’t be here when he wakes up, and we can’t do that again. I find a belt and tie it around my waist to give the impression I’m wearing a shirtdress. When I go back into the bedroom, Fletch is wrapped in the sheets with his back to me, and I breathe a sigh of relief as I push my bare feet into my shoes.

I carefully open the door and slip out, rushing along the hall and down the stairs into the main room. I ignore the many bikers who are hanging around, but as I pass, I feel them looking my way.

“Officer?” The deep voice causes me to stop marching. I risk a quick glance as the club’s president makes his way to where I am. “You okay?” I nod, turning my attention back to the exit and staring at it longingly. “Were you trying to sneak out of here?”

“No,” I lie.

“You ashamed?”

“I just crashed for the night,” I mutter, staring at the ground.

“You looked much more . . . confident last time you came by.” I hear the smugness in his voice. He steps closer, and I fight the urge to step back. I won’t back down from this man—I’m not scared. “I can smell the sex on you,” he adds in a low whisper, and I clench my jaw in irritation. “Now, get the fuck outta my club. You’re not welcome here.”

I don’t need to be asked twice, so I rush for the exit, sighing in relief when I break out into the fresh air.

I’m just out of the shower when there’s a knock at the door. Still rubbing my hair with a towel, I pull it open to find my father there with Ruby. “You weren’t picking up again,” he spits, shoving Ruby into the house. She gives an eyeroll, and I smirk. She’d never do that to his face. “Your sister needs somewhere to stay for the rest of the week.”

I frown. “How come?”

“Mum has one of her ‘bad heads’,” she retorts, using air quotes.

I fight another smile. “Okay, no problem.” Sarah is ten years younger than my father, but she’s been with him since I was eleven years old. I still refuse to refer to her as my stepmother, or even a relation at all. We’ve never seen eye-to-eye, and since Ruby came along, things have been so much worse between us.

Ruby goes off to dump her bag in the room I had decorated just for her. “Have you made any progress?” he asks, looking around the room with a disinterested expression.

“You mean with the Demons?” I shake my head. “Not yet.”

“Don’t get too close,” he says, still not meeting my eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

“To him,” he says, finally fixing me with a glare. “We don’t need him coming back into our lives, into Ruby’s life.” And there it is, the real reason he doesn’t want me to have anything to do with Fletch. “When Peter called to cancel dinner, he said you were working. Spending too much time on the case will give that biker the wrong idea.”

“He’s never been in her life,” I say coldly. “We didn’t give him a chance, remember?”

“And he never will be,” he says firmly. “Make sure it stays that way.” He heads for the door. “You know if he finds out the truth, he’ll push his way into your life and hers. He’s no good for you. He never was.”

I remain in the doorway as he steps outside and turns back to me. “I didn’t have to keep her,” he reminds me. “I did that so you could still be a part of her life. I won’t hesitate to put an end to that if you mess this up.” He spins on his heel and stomps towards his car.

I slam the door and ball my fists. He’s held Ruby over me far too many times, and I hate him for it. “You okay?” she asks from behind me, and I force a smile before turning to her.

“Yes, fine. How’s school?”

She rolls her eyes and drops down on the couch. “Where’s Perfect Peter?”

I smile at her name for Pete. “Why?”

“So I can avoid him.”

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