Page 17 of Prez's Property

“By who?”

“Prez,” Jax told him.

I flinched when the clubhouse door slammed. Kane frowned and stood from the barstool. “I’ll go talk to him, darlin’. Don’t worry.”

I offered him a weak smile in return as he grabbed his beer, heading for the clubhouse doors. Jax gave me a small smile. “They’ll sort it; don’t worry. You weren’t in the wrong.” He shrugged. “Besides, shit’s got to be confusing for you. Prez has claimed you, but he’s still got you down here working, serving all of us.”

“Glad I’m not the only one a bit lost,” I muttered. “He says he’s protecting me.”

“From that crazy fucking wife of his, I assume,” Jax said. He tapped the bar. “Elijah knows what he’s doing, even if what the two of you are doing is a bit fucked up.” I frowned, casting my eyes to the counter. “But trust him, yeah? Prez is a man of his word.”

With that, he strode away, leaving me to my thoughts. I stared at the clubhouse doors for a moment.

Was Elijah really that good of a man, though, or was I just setting myself up for heartbreak in the long run?

He hadn’t promised fidelity to his wife, so what would make him promise fidelity to me? Not only that but even after they divorced, there would be nothing tying Elijah to me.

He would be a free man in a world full of available pussy.

And that shit stung more than I wanted it to.

Truth of the matter was, I was in deep, and despite Elijah’s words to me, I didn’t trust them one hundred percent. He’d cheated on his wife with me. Not a damn thing would stop history from repeating itself even if he did claim me.

I wanted to believe in the exact opposite, but I wasn’t a little girl. I’d seen and heard way too much working for this club. As an old lady, yeah, you moved up in the ranks, but your man’s word and orders were still all that mattered. And if you were ordered to shut the fuck up and deal with what he was doing behind your back? Well, that’s just what you fucking did.

21

“Seriously, how hard is it to fucking wash the goddamn sink out?” I growled under my breath as I scrubbed at what looked to be toothpaste.

Probably from one of the club girls who had to come brush her teeth after getting her mouth bathed in cum. We were all guilty of having to do it at one point or another.

“It’s cute as hell when you talk to yourself, doll,” Elijah said from the doorway, surprising me.

I jerked upright, swinging my eyes to his. A smirk played on his lips that had my belly twisting with need. That smirk meant only one thing; he wanted me.

He backed me further into the bathroom and closed the door behind us. I stepped into him, my hands coming up to grip his cut as he lowered his mouth to mine.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he groaned.

I laughed softly because honestly, I had missed him, too. “You just had me this morning,” I murmured against his lips.

He groaned and lifted me onto the freshly cleaned countertop. “I want you with me all the time,” he rasped, his lips moving down my neck. I angled my head back, granting him more access. He rewarded me by sucking on one of my soft spots. I moaned his name, sliding my fingers into his hair.

He slid his hands under my shirt and gripped the edges, pulling it over my head before he unclasped my bra, tossing it aside as well. His hands cupped my breasts before his mouth descended on one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth over the tight peak.

I whined his name, pushing at his cut, wanting him naked as well. He kissed me hard, his hand pulling at my hair. “You’re so fucking impatient,” he growled at me.

I shot him a sexy smile in return. With a small shake of his head, he gripped the edge of my shorts and yanked them down, tearing my panties off after them. Then, he pulled his cock out of his jeans and slid inside of me.

“I wanted you naked,” I told him, moaning afterward.

“Too bad,” he retorted, a grin playing on his lips. He crushed me to him, sliding in and out of my soaked cunt. “Too desperate to be inside of you.”

I cried out his name as an orgasm unexpectedly washed over me . . .

Just as the bathroom door swung open.

Elijah didn’t stop. He reached down and rubbed my clit, his eyes on whoever was standing in the doorway.

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