Page 18 of Devil's Valentine

He’s staring down his brother, the threat clear in his stance. The man, who I assume is Hacker, holds his hands up. But that’s not enough. He shoots me a wink which has Frenzy growling. No, really, he growls.

It’s sexy as hell and it’s almost as if my body instantly forgets how hard he just made us come with his mouth and fingers. Being around this man is dangerous.

“Sugar,” Dean turns toward me, his dark eyes softening as he looks down at me, “this is my club brother, Hacker. He’s the go-to guy when it comes to computers and tech. He’s also the club’s secretary.”

I clear my throat and look at Hacker, giving him a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for helping. I really appreciate it.”

“If I could leave here with some of those delicious looking cookies, that would be thanks enough for me.” Hacker wiggles his eyebrows while rubbing his stomach and licking his lips as if he can already taste the cookies.

“I think that’s a fair deal.”

Frenzy growls again, kisses my temple and then stomps over to Hacker. He grips his brother by the shoulder and forcibly pushes him away from me. “Let’s get the cameras installed and get you away from my woman.”

Hacker’s laughter follows them as I head back into the kitchen to wash my hands and get my head in the game. Dean might set my body on fire, but that doesn’t mean I can lose sight of my dreams; I have a bakery to run.

CHAPTER 8

FRENZY

It’s been a few days since I saw my woman and I’ve hated every second that I was away from her. If I hadn’t been tasked with going on this run before everything to do with Scarlett was brought to the club, I wouldn’t be away from her right now.

I swear I can still taste her on my tongue even though it’s been a few days since I had the pleasure of being buried between her thighs. There’s nothing I wish for more than having the time to bury my cock in her before Hacker showed up.

Maybe it was a bastard move, going down on her in her office knowing full well I was leaving that same night on the run. No, it was a bastard move, and I need to own that shit.

She might not have let me between her thighs if she had known, and that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

After the cameras were installed and Hacker left with a boxof cookies and other treats under his arm that I knew damn well he wasn’t going to share with anyone, even though he said he would, I turned toward my woman. She was glowing and I’m just caveman enough to believe that it was because she was still riding the high of her office orgasm.

When she turned toward me, she studied my face for a moment and then narrowed her eyes. “You have something to tell me, and you aren’t sure I’m going to like it,” there was a resigned, matter-of-fact quality to her voice that I hated.

I cupped her face in my hands and pressed kisses all over her face. “Its nothing bad, Sugar,” I assured her even though it was a lie. Well, only partially a lie.

I didn’t need to tell her anything bad in terms of us, but I wasn’t thrilled about what I had to say. There wasn’t a single part of me looking forward to being away from her.

“Before the ladies brought your issue to the club, I was assigned to go on a run with a few other brothers.” Her lips parted and I could see the questions swirling in her eyes. Before she could ask any of them, I shook my head. “I can’t tell you what the run is about or give you details. It’s club business and that’s the way it has to stay.”

Her shoulders slumped and she nodded sadly. “Okay,” she whispered, “I get it.”

She didn’t, not really, but I wasn’t going to argue with her about it. Not when she was letting me off the hook so easily. “I have to head out tonight to go to the Charleston Chapter.”

Something flashed in her eyes, but she didn’t ask any questions. “I’ll be gone a few days, but there will be a Prospect here to follow you home tonight. Hacker will keep an eye on the camera footage, but like he said today when putting in thecameras, it’s going to take a little longer to get the new security up and running.” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I know I can’t talk you into coming into the bakery later,” the glare she shot me told me everything I needed to know, “which is why a Prospect will be following you in and keeping an eye on the bakery while you’re open and then escorting you home.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Frenzy,” she sassed me.

My hands dove into her hair to tightly grip the strands, holding in her place. I hated my road name on her lips. Fucking hated it.

It’s a name I’ve always worn as a bad of honor, but it sounded so fucking wrong coming from her.

“Dean,” I growled. She huffed out a breath and I almost smiled at the attitude my woman was throwing at me. Almost. “I’m always Dean to you, Scarlett,” my voice was firm, giving no room for any arguments.

She swallowed hard and whispered, “Dean.”

“Good girl,” I growled before kissing her softly, thanking her without words. I murmured against her lips, “I know you don’t need a babysitter, but since I have to be out of town and can’t keep an eye on you, I need to know you’re safe. Given the pattern so far, I don’t think there will be any problems, but I’m not going to take the risk.” I pulled back and looked into her eyes, hoping she could see the depth of my feelings for her already. “I can’t do it.”

Her hands, so soft and delicate, came up and cupped my jaw. “Then babysitter it is.”

I plundered her mouth, not caring that we were standing in the kitchen of her bakery and Valerie could walk into the back atany moment. I didn’t care if Hacker was watching the feed right now, even though I knew he wasn’t since everything that had gone down happened at night.

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