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I grunted in response, not trusting my tongue right now. My head was fucked up from all the liquor, and I could only focus on getting the damn wrap on my dick before I was guiding myself to her entrance and shoving my way inside her. Still, the rough treatment didn't deter her. She let out these throaty moans that had my balls drawing up and wrapped her legs around my hips to encourage me.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Shut the fuck up!

Growling, I snapped my hips, distracting myself with the feel of her wrapped around me. She was so damn tight and wet, and her nails dug into my back with just enough of a bite to make me shiver. I could feel myself getting close, it’d been too long since I last got off with anything other than my right hand and my stamina was shit thanks to the alcohol in my system. For a second, I considered getting off without her, in hopes of making her think twice about coming back, but I wasn’t that selfish. Besides, I wanted to feel her clenching around me.

Lifting her hips a little, I searched for that perfect angle. I knew I hit it when she started screaming and clawing at my back, desperate pleas filling the air.

“Don’t stop! Right there! Oh god!”

I pistoned into her, nailing that angle every time, and the second I felt her clench around me, I exploded. The relief was instant and overwhelming, knocking the wind out of me. I nearly collapsed on top of her, it was so good, and it took me a few minutes to come back down from that high.

My eyes had adjusted enough to see her through the limited lighting coming from the streetlight through the window. She was breathless and had a sated smile on her face that made me want to–

I cut off that train of thought, sobering up enough to realize I needed to get the hell out of here. It felt like a dick move to fuck her and walk out right afterward, I wasn’t usually that guy, but I wasn’t trying to keep her around. She needed to know the reality of being here. Any of the other guys would walk away. So I pulled out, tied off the condom, tossed it in the trash under the nightstand, and got dressed.

I was prepared for an argument, or some comment about what a shit I was, but she fell asleep before I was finished pulling on my cut. Sneaking out so I didn’t wake her, I made sure the door would lock behind me after I pulled it shut. Not that I didn’t trust my brothers, but I wasn’t taking any chances with her. I just had to keep her safe until morning. Then, hopefully, she’d realize she was making a mistake and stay away.

I was heading back to my room when an alert popped up on my phone. I’d set a few things up while at the library, mostly just alerts for news articles with certain keywords. I was trying to find an opening to get to Trick and finally put that asshole six feet under where he belonged, but he was hiding out with his MC, as far as I could tell. Since I didn't show up the night of the rally, I doubted he was even aware I was looking for him, but I hoped to use that to my advantage. He wasn’t man enough to face me alone unless I forced him.

The article was about Trick’s MC, the Iron Horsemen. Apparently, their local sheriff was cracking down on them, and a few of their guys were arrested for coercion and extortion. Things my club did on the regular, only we were smart enough not to get caught. And we had the local sheriff in our back pockets. We kept the petty crime in the area to a minimum, he and the rest of the pigs stayed the hell away from us. He wasn’t going to get any deal better than that.

A part of me hoped Trick was one of those arrested, but the rest of me wanted him out so I could handle him myself. I didn't want the pigs standing in the way of the job I’d been planning since I was a dumbass eighteen-year-old. I waited a long time for this opportunity. Trick was going to get what was coming for him.

Tucking my phone away, I headed to my room. I could have my own place if I wanted to, but I never had any reason to until now. I wanted privacy to deal with Trick on my own. Hell, I had to go to the local library to get on the internet, because I didn’t want Neo poking around where he shouldn’t. If I had my own place, I could look up who was arrested and where the club was at now, but I refused to do it here. I didn't know what Neo was capable of, but the fact that they didn’t kill him when he fucked up told me plenty. He was valuable enough to spare his life and keep him around. He could probably use the wireless or whatever to look into what I was doing. If the officers demanded it, he’d do it in a heartbeat to earn his patch back. He was stupid enough to lose it by betraying the club. Now he had to earn the patch back with the rest of the prospects. Nearly a year after his fuck up, and he was still seen as a pariah.

I dropped back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. I’d end up just like him if I kept up with what I was doing. I was asking for trouble by going after Trick when Reaper told me not to. I just couldn’t back off. I’d pushed the thoughts of Hannah out of my mind the past few years, focused on prospecting and keeping my head down. Joining the most dangerous MC in the south wasn’t an easy task, and it kept me busy. Then the girls showed up, and I needed to focus on keeping them safe from Hammer or whoever else was screwing with them. For a little while, I let it all go, thinking maybe it was best to just move on from what happened. But then I saw Trick, saw him acting like the same cocky shit I knew when we were kids, and something in me snapped.

He should’ve been broken after what happened. He shouldn’t have come back from that the same old Trick. I didn’t. And it pissed me off that he didn’t fucking care. That she was just a bump in the road on his way to infamy. To this day, I believed he should’ve died right along with her. And since he hadn’t done shit to show he regretted it, I was going to send him to hell myself.

CHAPTER 9

MARIAH

I kind of expected to wake up alone. Even fantastic sex wasn’t enough to get Chase’s head out of his ass. It was disappointing, but I wasn’t going to get all worked up over it. One night did not a relationship make. Instead of wallowing, I ordered a rideshare and got dressed, preparing myself mentally for the walk of shame. I might not have spent the night in Chase’s bed, but it was probably obvious I didn't go to bed alone. I probably should’ve taken the prospect up on his offer of a ride home.

Thankfully, the clubhouse was quiet when I came downstairs. And I definitely wasn’t the only one sneaking out in the morning. A few of the sweetbutts I’d met the night before looked disheveled as they headed for the door, smirking at me conspiratorially when I fell in step with them.

“You look like you had fun last night,” a sweetbutt named Anika teased, bumping her hip against mine.

“Really? With who?” Another, Harmoni, asked curiously. “Was it Bear? I thought I saw you two chatting at one point.”

Anika shook her head, answering before I could. “No. Aero told me she and Chase were all over each other in the hallway.”

Harmoni’s brows shot up, surprised. “Wait. Seriously?”

I frowned, looking between them. “What?”

Anika shrugged. “He’s notoriously uninterested in hookups. Aside from his initiation night, he hasn’t touched a single one of us. The First Ladysaid something about him having too much respect for women, but I don’t know. I honestly thought he might be gay or something.”

Well, after last night, I could definitely say that wasn’t it. Still, it made me curious. “Do all the guys sleep around with sweetbutts except for him?”

“All but the ones with claims,” Harmoni agreed with a bob of her head. “Some have preferences and favorites, but that doesn’t mean they won’t look elsewhere if their favorites aren’t around.”

Huh. That was… interesting. And despite me telling myself not to overthink it, I couldn’t help getting my hopes up about Chase. Somehow, I managed to get his attention enough for us to end up in bed together, something none of the other sweetbutts could do. Did that mean we had a shot? Or was it just one drunken night?

I probably needed to do some deep thinking later on about why I cared so much. The crush came from the hero worship after he saved me, but he was obviously not that guy now. And I wasn’t going to put up with his attitude just because of a crush.

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