Page 57 of War

Stepping over the threshold, I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms.“Where are Grease and Cutter going?”

He steeples his hands, tapping his forefingers against his chin.“I’ve never met an ol’ lady like you before.”

“What does that mean?”

He cuts an amused glance in my direction.“Involved with club business, asking questions a brother would approach with caution.”

“Would you prefer I was more like Georgina, swanning around in dresses you can see my nipples through?A pathetic damsel with a serpent tongue and so much desperation to suck your cock that I act like a fucking idiot?”

“Come here,” he orders in a rough tone, crooking his finger to summon me to him.

“No.You come here.”I lift my chin in defiance.

Fast as lightening, he’s across the room hooking me under the arms and carrying me to his desk.Lowering me down onto the cool surface, he pushes himself between my thighs.

“She’s a speck of dust in the stream of your glow, Rogue.No one could ever come close to you.”His nose brushes against my cheek.“And all the ways I fucking love you for it.”

“So, what do you want from me?”I ask, carnal need mixing with overwhelming love.It fills me up, muting the dread eating away at my chest.

“Everything,” he says, his voice so vulnerable, it brings tears to my eyes.“Every.Damn.Thing.”He punches each word out then steals my lips.His tongue sweeps into my mouth, dueling with mine.Warm, thick strokes consume, eliciting delicious sensations in every fiber of my being.

Tearing at the buttons of his jeans, I shove my hand inside.I caress the length of his hard cock, the pad of my thumb teasing his thick head.Pre-cum soaks into the flesh.Vibrations from his pocket buzz next to my thigh, and he groans for a whole other reason.

“Do you want to get that?”I grin against his lips.

“No.”He sighs, resting his head on mine.“But I have to.”

Reaching into his pocket, I grab his phone and hand it to him, releasing his cock.

He snatches it from me and swipes the screen.“Better be life or death,” he barks in greeting.The voice on the other end doesn’t sound familiar, and Callan doesn’t seem happy with whatever they’re saying.He grits his teeth, rubbing his hand over his jaw.“Burn it all.”

Moving from between my legs, he paces around the desk.“I don’t give a fuck!”he roars.“I’ll be there soon.He’s not there to open it, I’ll go get him my-fucking-self.”He ends the call and brushes a hand through his hair before buttoning his jeans.“Don’t pout.”He comes back between my legs, capturing my bottom lip between his forefinger and thumb.“I’ll be back soon.”He kisses the tip of my nose.

“What was that about?”

“Always with the questions.”

“Always avoiding the answers.”I push him back and swing my legs to the side, hopping down from the desk.

“I sent some brothers to the shipyard to empty the Devils’ container.But there’s some issue with a new guy who can’t find the container number.”

“Seems beneath you.Can’t the brothers deal with it?”I bite my lip, my eyes hooded.

“If you want something done right…”—he licks his lips, his gaze drifting up my body—“you have to do it yourself.”

“Is that so?”I cup my tit, taking his advice.

“Not what I meant.”He’s on me before finishing his sentence, shoving me against the wall.“I have some time.”

Sliding from his hold, I wag my finger and slip out the door.“Go do what you’ve got to do—and I’ll do the same.”

“Rogue…” he warns, low and gruff.

“If you hurry, you can help finish me.”

Leaving him wanting, I head for his room, exhaustion worming through my limbs.I get halfway there when my phone vibrates.The walls narrow in on me.My hands shake.My lungs seize.Like it’s a bomb about to detonate, I slide my phone from my pocket and sag against the wall, my heart hammering in my ribcage.

Tyler: Meet me now.

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