Page 25 of Hunter

“New shipment of vests came in,” he said, his voice low, just for me. “Sheila picked one up today. Should be done this week.”

I nodded once, satisfaction settling in low and hot inside me. When an Iron Rogue found his woman, he didn’t fuck around. We didn’t “date” or go slow. We claimed. Fast and hard. And we marked them so everyone knew who they belonged to.

Custom vests used to take weeks. Now Fox kept a stash at the clubhouse already half-patched. Sheila, Tank’s old lady, handled the embroidery of the names. She’d already be stitching Sadie on the front and my road name across the back.

“Appreciate it,” I muttered before jogging back to my girl. Then we climbed the stairs together.

The clubhouse wasn’t massive, so we had several apartments above the buildings we owned across Old Bridge where prospects and some patches lived. But this was the heart of the club. Upstairs, brothers who lived on-site had their own rooms with a private bath, and some were even more like one-bedroom apartments. The rest were spare rooms for whoever needed to crash.

When we reached mine, I unlocked the door and pushed it open, tossing her bags into the closet. Then I turned and hauled her into my arms, burying my face in her neck.

“Overwhelmed?”

She let out a soft laugh. “A little. But I really like it here so far.”

“Good.” I took her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss…just shy of unhinged. By the time I pulled back, she was clinging to me as though she couldn’t stand on her own.

I forced myself to loosen my grip. “How about a bath, sunshine?”

“Are you gonna take it with me?” she asked hopefully, blinking up at me with those big, blue eyes.

My groan was pure torture. “Don’t tempt me,” I growled.

Grabbing her hand, I led her to the bathroom and turned on the hot water.

When I looked back, she stood in the doorway with her bottom lip stuck out in a little pout that was cute as fuck.

I grinned and shook my head. “You can have your wicked way with me as much as you want tomorrow. I promise.”

She huffed but didn’t argue. I kissed her quickly and bolted before my restraint snapped clean in half. Then I dropped onto the bed and tried not to think about her naked and wet just ten feet away and failing miserably.

When the bathroom door finally opened, I turned my head and felt my heart stop.

She wore one of my shirts. It hung off her shoulders, halfway down her thighs, drowning her small frame. Somehow, that made it even hotter. Seeing her in my clothes had my cock standing at full attention.

Her hair was damp and hung in waves down her back and over her shoulders. Her skin had been scrubbed pink, and her hard little nipples poked through the cotton like a fucking invitation.

Fuuuuuck.

She gave a shy smile and padded across the room, slipping under the covers beside me…then climbed onto my lap.

“Sadie,” I growled, the warning low and shaky. I was one second from saying fuck it and burying my throbbing dick inside her.

“I feel achy,” she whispered. “Empty.”

Son of a bitch.

I shut my eyes, exhaling slowly. When I opened them, I filled my hands with her tits and muttered, “Can’t have that, can we?”

I’d give her what she needed. Always.

There was plenty I could do to her without breaking her tight pussy. And I did every fucking one of them. I worked her with my fingers, then my tongue, until she was screaming my name in ecstasy.

Then I jacked off, pumping hard until I spilled across her bare pussy—then pushed some of it inside.

Claimed.

When I finally dragged her into my arms, I smiled to myself.

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