Page 120 of Dizzy

“I’m happy.”

The corner of his lip turns up, but his brow is still furrowed. “Strange way to show it.”

“Okay.” I smile back. “I guess I’ll trust you then. In the future. I’ll be sure not to run for my life when your club comes accusin’ me of being a rat.”

“I was handling it.”

“I’m not a rat. I only met Rab that once, and I had no idea what Chaos was doin’. I would have split if I’d known. That’s the truth.”

He smooths my hair. “I know.”

“I was only with that Raider ‘cause I needed a ride. I wasn’t workin’ with them.”

“I know,” he says again.

“How?” I wipe my eyes. “I mean,Iknow I’m telling the truth. How do you?”

“’Cause I know you. You’re honest as shit.”

That kind of stops me in my tracks, but the tears still flow. The hurt’s still there.

“In the driveway, Jed said the club was gonna convince you to kill me.”

“Never would have happened. Babe, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You, Carson, and Parker. You guys are the reason. For everything.”

“You mean that?”

He nips at my neck, and my pussy clenches. “You got to believe me when I speak.”

“Okay. I believe you.”

“You just tellin’ me what I want to hear?” he asks. I feel his lips curve into a smile against the crook of my shoulder.

“If you’re gonna be my old man, you gotta believe what I say,” I imitate his gruff voice. “It don’t work otherwise.”

“I guess it don’t.” He pushes up and takes my lips, kissing me so thoroughly my toes point. “Push your pants down, baby. I can’t wait no longer.”

I do as he says while we kiss each other desperately, hair catching in each other’s mouths, fumbling with buttons. I use my feet to shove down his jeans and tug my bra to my neck. He suckles my tit, drawing the nipple in his mouth, lapping with his raspy tongue as I guide his cock between my legs.

“You ready enough, baby?”

“Yeah. Do it now.” I lift my hips, and he slides home. My eyes roll back in my head. It feels so good to be filled by him, surrounded by him, caught in his arms.

“Don’t think you ain’t gettin’ paddled for this shit when we get home,” he grunts in my ear as he strokes into me harder, working my clit with a calloused thumb. My orgasm’s coiling, making my mind mush.

“You gonna punish me?” I bite my bottom lip and let my knees fall open. He bucks more vigorously, nailing a spot that has me clawing his shoulders. “I’ll never do it again. I’ll be good,” I gasp. “I promise.”

It’s a bold-faced lie.

He knows it, too.

He grabs my hips, thrusts hard and fast. “Cum for me, naughty girl. Do it now.”

I explode, my ears ringing, and then his hot seed splatters my bare belly, and he shouts his release.

Next door, a pissed off guest bangs on the wall.

“Get a room!” he shouts. The walls are seriously paper-thin.

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