Page 124 of Property of Chaos

I can get myself closer.

“Goddamn it,” he moans, palms slapping the wall. “Please.” He heaves several breaths, the rush of air tangling with the slurp of my mouth over his cock. “I’ve been a good boy. Let me come,Ma’am.”

I pull off for a split second, just long enough to utter, “Now.”

He groans, pressure unwinding with several pumps of my fist. He spurts thick cum across my neck and tits, painting me with his release.

“Look at what you did,” I purr, spreading the mess across my skin.

His pupils are blown out, high on the drug of sex in the air as he gazes down at me. “Beautiful.”

I take one last swipe at his dick with my tongue and then collapse to my ass, leaning against the opposite wall. “Now, watch.” The relief when I push two fingers inside is immediate. A tremor rips through me, turning my legs to jelly as I work myself to climax.

Chaos drops to the floor, his large palms on my knees to spread my legs.

I meet his gaze, locking on to those beautiful colors as my orgasm builds, so close yet not… quite…

“Let me.” He guides my hand from my core to my clit, then uses his fingers instead.

Thicker. Stronger. Better angled.Shit.

I cry out, babbled words echoing off the tiled walls as I come, thighs clamping around his arm.

“So perfect,” he murmurs, pulling free to cradle my head and set a kiss on my forehead. “So beautiful.” My lips. “And all fucking mine.”

FORTY-TWO

CHAOS

Eyes wide open,I stare up at the textured ceiling. At the exposed air vents and wires tucked against the structural beams.Is this what he did it for?Is this why my father turned on the club? Because for the first time in my life, I understand what it feels like to have something that would make you give it all up.Shit.

I scrub a hand over my face, careful not to disturb Vanessa. She breathes softly beside me, splayed on her stomach, arm tangled around mine to link us.

My cock stirs the longer I focus on her gentle sounds, her warmth, and the softness of her thigh against my hard one.

Fuck.Today is the big day for her, and I don’t want to wake her from this dream to face that nightmare.

It doesn’t seem fair.

I roll my head and reach across to the bedside table to feel around for my phone. Two new messages are waiting for me on the lock screen: one from Jinx and one from Circus.

I open my Vice President’s thread first.

How’s the detour going? Fang will call you later with the details of the catch-up with Taylor.

My mouth twitches as I re-read his words. We’ve been best friends since before our fucking voices dropped, wrestling each other on the clubhouse floor while our fathers worked. This tension between us has contributed to my stress lately, as flowery as that sounds. I miss my friend. It hurts thinking he hides his shit from me the same I did.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

Letting her sleep in before she gets up for the meeting. What was the vibe? We still on track?

I switch to Circus’s thread while I wait for Jinx to reply.

Ready to ride out when you are. Except for that Tap guy. Pretty sure you’ll find him in the hotel with you.

That so, huh?I grin, holding down the reaction button to give the message a thumbs up.

“What are you smiling about?”

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