Page 16 of Drowning

"Fucking hell, Little One. Why do you make it so damn hard for me?" He growls, raking his eyes the length of my body with a torturous look swirling in them.

"What?" I laugh, trying to hide the nerves that threaten to cripple me.

He stops in front of me and reaches out, dragging his fingers down the front of my body in a teasing manner. slightly getting me worked up.

"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. Your father always told us—everyone—to stay away from you, but you make itsofucking hard for us." His words hit me hard, bringing back memories from the other night with Seven, and that fucking guilt started to consume me again.

He backs me up until my back hits the wall, his six-foot figure towering over me. I grip the hem of his soft black shirt, clutching it in my hands with a slight tug. And when I look at him, catching his lustful eyes with mine, I know that we're both in the same boat.

It's fucking impossible to stay away from them too.Case in point: Seven.

"One of these days you're going to let me have that pussy, Little One, and I'll show you exactly how a real man fucks," hewhispers into my ear as he leans in, peppering soft kisses on the side of my neck with his palm pressing against my throat.

"I fucked Seven," I blurted out, holding my breath in anticipation of his reaction.

He grins, lets out a deep chuckle, and licks the shell of my ear. "I know all about it, but don't worry; your secret's safe with me."

I stood there, shocked by his response. Kane took a step back, still grinning and leaving me flustered as I tried to play it off.

"So now it's my turn, Little One." And with that, he grabs me by the waist, pulling me close with such force that my breath hitches in my dry throat. I press my lips against his, engulfed by the burning desire that's been beneath the surface for years. I can't hide from it any longer. At that very moment, we shattered the thin wall between the friendship we had and the forbidden lust we shared.

Pulling away breathlessly, Kane licks his lips, dropping his intense gaze to mine, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Kane..." I moan as he puts his finger to my lips to silence me.

"I'm not going to fuck you tonight, but mark my fucking words, that pussy is going to be mine, and when it happens, I ain't going to hold shit back." He backs away, slides his hand into mine, and gently pulls me behind him as we make our way through the house to the front door, my mind still clouded with desire.

eight

Lucky Number Seven

S e v e n

The entire time Kane, Stone, and Ace were in the office at the end of the hall, I sat in the booth alone and drank. Even when Kane rushed the fuck out of here as if the bar was on fire, I didn't get up. But I noticed Stone and Ace weren't with him. Which means they're probably fucking in the back somewhere.

I can feel Kylie's eyes on me as she stands behind the bar, not doing her fucking job, but every time I turn around to look, she rips her gaze away quickly.

The bass reverberates throughout the bar as the current Tech N9ne song goes hard, blaring loudly and spilling out onto the street. Bikers from all over are gathered here to drink, bringing their latest groupies who I want nothing to do with.

I fucking want Emerson.

I take another shot, savoring the familiar burn as it smoothly slides down my throat, making my buzz more intense. Shaking my head at a wave of heat that rushes over me, I look toward the door just in time to see Emerson and Kane walking in...together.

Emerson's eyes lock onto mine as they enter, a smug smile playing on her lips. Kane, on the other hand, looks irritated and agitated—like a man on a mission. I can sense the tension between them, but I don't care. All I want is for Emerson to come over to me and let me kiss her, to feel her body against mine.

I down the rest of my drink and push myself out of the booth, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Kylie as I make my way through the crowded bar towards the exit. I need some fresh air and a moment to clear my head.

Outside, I lean against the wall and take in deep breaths of the cool night air. As I close my eyes, all I can see is Emerson's face, her laughter, and the way she looks at me when she thinks no one is watching.

"How come you're out here?" Emerson's voice makes my eyes fling open, coming face-to-face with her bright smile and her red-painted lips.

Her tight red top clings to her curvy body, making her tits pop out of the top of it. Her hard nipples are poking through the lacy fabric, making it obvious she isn't wearing a bra. And those leather pants—fuck—are tight, showing off her ass and every bounce her cheeks do as she moves. Hanging just below her hips, I trace her tattoos with my eyes, her sparkling belly piercing my eye.

"Seven?" she asks, taking a step closer and tucking her curly brown hair behind her ear.

"Fuck, Princess. You look good enough to fuck against the wall right here." My words are slurred and I know she can hear them, but she doesn't care.

She steps closer, gripping the waist of my jeans with her fingers, grazing the skin inside them. I slide my hand behind her neck and squeeze until my fingers press against her pulsing veins. Pulling her mouth to meet mine, I seize her lips and thrust my tongue between them, tasting the mint from her gum as I explore every inch with hunger.

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