Page 99 of Filthy Liar

“They’re about five miles out,” he announces.

“Wackie and the first shipment have already left. We need the second set of men to head out now.”

The clubhouse is a little over an hour from Shreveport, so if they leave now, it will give the second shipment time to unload the weapons and leave before we get there. Then we can load them in our truck and drive them away before the third shipment arrives.

The rest of the day is spent ensuring that trucks are going to and from without running into one another. And when it’s finished, when all shipments have not only been made but picked up and brought back here, I let out a sigh of relief.

“We’re done,” I call out.

King lets out a whoop, and then the beers begin to flow. I’m handed one, then another. They go down as easily and quickly as water. Maybe even easier, especially considering I don’t drink water that often.

The clubwhores start to make their way out of the back room. I’m not surprised they stayed in there all day and half the evening. We haven’t been a very welcoming group lately. We’ve been focused and busy.

Hopefully, most of this shit is over with, and we can get back to delivering kegs, being loan sharks, and Sal’s Bar. All three of those things are running well right now and make enough revenue to support our entire club. But I have to admit that this arms shit is pretty tempting.

Maybe that’s something we can look into in the future, but for right now, my focus is on Dillion and her safety. I want to make sure she is completely safe. My woman should be able to go anywhere she fucking wants without the fear of being kidnapped or having her head blown off.

So, at this point, that is my priority.

Money is secondary, and we have time for that. I don’t have the time for something to happen to Dillion. I fucking love her, and there is nothing else I want in this world but her happiness and safety.

That is all that matters.

When I stand from the bar, I sway slightly. Ignoring the party around me, I decide that I need to be with her. I need to feel her body and know that she’s here. She’s real. She’s mine. I need to hear her voice, the noises she makes, the way her lips feel against mine.

Moving toward the bedroom, I push the door open and see Dillion lying in bed. I don’t even know what time it is, so I’m sure it’s late. I haven’t had much sleep lately. I’m ready to crawl into bed, come, and sleep.

I close the door behind me and lock it before I start to strip out of my clothes. Then I climb up the end of the bed and crawl beside her. Slowly, Dillion turns to face me, her eyelids fluttering open slowly.

They find mine, and then her lips curve up into a smile. “Hey, you came to bed,” she murmurs.

Reaching out, she curls her fingers around the side of my neck. Her thumb slides across my bottom lip as her gaze searches mine. “I came to bed,” I murmur. “Most of the shit is done.”

Her eyes widen, and her smile grows. “Does that mean we can go home?”

“We?” I ask.

She laughs softly. “Well, it’s almost your house. So I guess it’s ours now…”

“It’s ours,” I murmur, leaning forward to touch my lips to hers.

Slipping my tongue inside of her, I taste her, and my cock instantly becomes rock hard. I have to have her. I need to be inside of her and feel her body wrapped around mine. I need to know she’s alive—breathing and fucking mine.

Because that’s who and what she is.

My woman.

DILLION

Humble rolls sohe’s on top of me, his hips fitting perfectly between mine. I wrap my legs around his hips and try to bring him closer to me. He hasn’t even touched me, and I’m ready for him. So ready that if I don’t feel him inside of me soon, I might just explode.

I open my mouth to beg, but I don’t have to because he presses the head of his length against my center and glides inside of me. He stretches me. Whimpering, I gasp as I look into his eyes.

Humble’s teeth sink into my bottom lip. I watch as he rolls it back and forth a few times before he releases it. His hips slowly move, rolling as his pelvis grinds against my clit. I grip his biceps as I look into his eyes. I watch as his jaw clenches, and then sweat breaks out over his forehead.

He’s holding back. I know he is. He’s about to lose control. I want that. I’m ready for it. He holds back every time we’re together, but just this once, I want him to lose it. My nails sink into his biceps.

Lifting my head, I nip his bottom lip. “Fuck me, Humble.”

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