Page 67 of The Sentinels

She turned away from me, and suddenly her sexy ass was grinding into my hard as fuck dick. Then her arms snaked up and wrapped around my neck, and it was all I could do not to grab the tits she was thrusting out. I leaned down and ran my mouth along the graceful column of her neck.

"You're sexy as fuck, Emerson." She smelled fucking good, too, her light perfume a combination of sweetness and fire. I was going to enjoy licking every inch of her skin.

"All for you," she responded in a husky tone.

"I bet you're turning on every fucker in this room."

"You're the only one I want."

I bit down gently. "I'm going to take you outside and fuck you on my bike." I knew her shivering response wasn't part of her dance. "You want that, baby girl? You want my big dick sliding into your wet pussy?"

"Always," she laughed. She turned back around to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck again. I dropped my hands to cover her ass, pulling her closer against me. "So, what happens after you cavemen show up to claim your women?"

"Depends. Have you been good, or do I need to punish you?"

"Humm. Depends on which one will be the most fun."

I clenched my hands into her fleshy bottom. "I can guarantee you don't want to be punished by me."

Her laughter revealed that I didn't scare her, but then something caught her eye behind me and the humor disappeared instantly. The sparkle in her eyes turned into dark pools of fear. She stiffened against me and gasped sharply, all of it a reaction that she couldn't hope to hide. Not from me. I immediately went into protective mode, swinging my head around to see what had frightened her as I enclosed her into my arms.

"What the fuck?" I snarled, expecting to see something that could draw that kind of frightened reaction out of her. Nothing stood out to me as people entered and left the club. I turned back to Emerson. "What is it, baby?"

I watched her swallow hard as her gaze slowly moved up to mine. I could see it the second that she began to pull herself together. When she began to slowly shake her head, I knew then that she was going to deny that something had spooked her. She was going to fucking lie to me.

"Emerson?" I growled down at her. "What the fuck is going on?"

Her eyes shifted through the room again as if she were looking for something, or someone,before finally coming back to me. "Can we go to the table?"

"Emerson." I glared down at her. She was not going to sweep what had just happened under the fucking table, and I couldn't protect her if I didn't know what I was facing.

Her smile was forced. "It's nothing. I, I thought I saw someone I used to, ah, know." She took my hand and pulled me with her through the crowd. "I need a drink."

With the exception of Della and Skipper who were smooching at the table, the rest of my brothers and their old ladies were out on the dance floor. I let Emerson pull me down with her as she sank down onto one of the chairs, but I was having none of that. I wanted her on my lap. She didn't complain when I arranged her there, trapping her when I placed my hands on the table.

"What's wrong? You look kind of pale," Della noticed when she realized that we'd joined them.

Emerson shook her head. "I'm good," she outright lied.

I leaned in against her ear, taking note of her slight trembling. "I'm not good with you lying, Emerson. You saw someone that scared the shit out of you, and I want to know who it was."

Della looked concerned, but it was Skipper who spoke. "What happened, honey? Is it something we need to know about?"

"No!" Her laugh was nervous, her response a little too forced. "IthoughtI saw someone, but I'm pretty sure I just imagined it." She was downplaying it now. "I really don't want to talk about it. It was nothing. I'm good now." She purposely looked back at me. "Okay?"

I wasn't going to let her fake smile and false bravado sway me. "Fuck no, it's not okay, baby. You don't want to talk about it? Okay for now. But we will be talking about it. You got demons from your past I should know about?"

"Demons?" Emerson laughed.

"I'm fucking serious, Emerson," I said in a hard tone. "I can't keep you safe if you're hiding something from me. And I have my club to worry about, too. If something from your past affects you, it affects us, too. You're with us now."

I could tell from the press of her lips and the fire filling her eyes that she didn't like my tone. With a huff she turned away from me and attempted to scoot off my lap, but I held her in place with a menacing growl. Emerson was right where I wanted her. Angry or not, she wasn't going anywhere.

Once she realized that she couldn't win against me, she gave in with another huff and settled down.

I returned Skipper's smirk.

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