Page 45 of Pit

“Are you ready?” he asks, side-eyeing me.

The prospect tops me up again. “Yep.”

“Cos if you’re not, brother, and you wanna stick around . . .”

“Why would I wanna stick around?” I ask, knocking back the second.

“Maybe it’s just time,” he says with a shrug.

“For what?”

He smirks again. “Yah know, settling down, finding someone.”

“It’s not for me.”

He openly laughs, and I glare at him. “I saw the way you were with her, Pit. I saw the same in myself, and then in Grizz, and even with Fletch. All of us swore we didn’t want a woman, until we met the one, and now look at us.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not like you. I like my solo life, and I like the road.”

“Okay, well, I’ll have her moved out ASAP.” He pushes to stand. “Then you can get back to normal. We all can.”

He walks away, and I stare into my empty glass.Fuck her.She isn’t my problem. I turn the glass a few times. She was never even mine to begin with.

I growl and push to my feet, stalking out the clubhouse and rounding the back again. I sit on the top step of the basement and listen to her sobs.Fuck.

“I’m sorry,” I say, and her sobbing quiets. “I didn’t mean for any of it. I was just doing the same shit I’ve always done. It was just another job, and then you came along and . . .” I place my head in my hands and groan. “You turned my life upside down.” She sniffles quietly, and my heart cracks. “I needed insurance because I can’t risk going to prison. And deep down, I know you’re not gonna rat me out, but Axel wasn’t happy with your word. He was looking out for me.” She doesn’t reply, so I sigh, “Please come and shower, Te. Please.”

I hear a shuffling sound, and then her hands wrap around the bars at the bottom gate. I smile to myself and head down to unlock it. She keeps her eyes to the ground but allows me to take her by the hand and lead her up the steps and back to the clubhouse.

Tessa

I’m shaking uncontrollably, and I don’t know if I’m in shock, cold, or just terrified from being alone in that damn basement.

Pit takes me to his bedroom, where he leaves me standing in the middle of the room while he goes into his en-suite. I hear the shower turn on and raise my eyes to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I’m smeared in blood. It’s dried on, making my skin feel tight. Pit comes back in and stops, looking unsure as I stare wide-eyed at my reflection. Eventually, he takes my top and begins to carefully pull it over my head. Then he kneels beforeme and taps my foot, so I lift it, and he removes my trainers. He hooks his fingers in my leggings and peels them down my legs. More dried blood is revealed, and a sob escapes me.

Pit removes my underwear and quickly leads me to the bathroom, which is now full of steam. “I’ll wait outside,” he mutters as I step into the shower and stand under the spray, closing my eyes. When I don’t reply, he sighs heavily. “Te, you gotta scrub yourself.” But I don’t want to touch the blood, not now it’s wet again and running down my body.

A minute later, he steps into the cubicle naked.He’s naked.He doesn’t meet my eyes as he grabs the sponge and covers it in his shower gel. He lifts my arm out and begins to scrub my skin. I watch the water turning red as it drains away. He does the same to my other arm then crouches before me and begins rubbing the sponge down each leg, careful not to touch me anywhere else.

When he stands again, his cock is hard. He rinses the sponge and throws it out the cubicle and into the bin. Then he takes his shampoo and squirts it onto my hair. He stands closer, his erection brushing my stomach as he works his fingers into my scalp, lathering the shampoo. He gently tugs my hair so my head goes right back, and then he begins to rinse. Now, all I can think about is his cock and how each time he moves, it prods me. I clench my teeth in frustration. It doesn’t matter what he does, somehow, I always end up wanting him anyway. He’s right. Everything he said is right.I can’t fucking resist him.And I hate that.

When he’s satisfied my hair is clean, he gives a slight smile. “That’s better. All clean.”

I bite on my lower lip, stopping myself from saying anything because I don’t trust myself. His eyes fix there and he places his thumb just below it, gently tugging it free. “You’re making this too hard,” he whispers.

My hands glide over his chest, and I feel his heart hammering wildly. I run them up and over his shoulders, cupping the back of his neck and standing on my tiptoes as I bring his lips closer. His eyes burn into mine as I swipe my tongue over his lower lip. He opens slightly, and I kiss him. He keeps his hands by his sides, letting me know this is at my pace, and as I run my hand down to his shaft, gripping it tightly like he’s shown me, he hisses, closing his eyes. I smile to myself. I love seeing him come apart, but right now, all I want is to feel him inside me.

I move my hand a few times, feeling his cock swell. The kiss becomes hungrier as I reach behind us to turn the shower off. He takes the hint and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His erection is right at my opening, but no amount of wiggling makes him fuck me. I’ve tried it too many times.

He takes us to the bed. Not bothering to grab a towel, he lays me down, kissing down my neck and along my collar bone. “I want us to . . .” I begin, and he pauses, glancing up to meet my eyes. “Please,” I whisper, feeling my face burn with embarrassment.

“You know we can’t,” he mutters.

“But I want to.”

“You’re married.”

“I don’t want to think about any of that,” I tell him.

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