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Nova

After waking up to Promise kissing my neck this morning, and delivering a repeat performance of the night before, I hate that I had to leave the bed at all.

"You sure I can't tempt you to stay?" Promise is sitting in the bed, with her back against the padded headboard. She lets the sheet covering her body fall, pooling around her waist, exposing her breasts to me as I continue to dress.

My mouth waters and my cock jumps with the need to taste her again. Fuck. I stay hungry for Promise twenty-four-seven. I can't seem to get enough of her. Pulling my cut over my shoulders, I stroll across the room. "As much as I'd like another taste of your sweet pussy, Sugar," grabbing my phone and wallet, I shove them into my pocket, "it will have to wait." Promise sighs, sticking her lower lip out. The pout she's giving makes me harder. Her eyes drop to the bulge in my pants. Leaning forward, she crawls on her hands and knees to the edge of the bed. I watch her body as she slinks toward me with a feline-like movement.

My feet move on their own accord, stopping at the end of the bed. Sitting back on her heels, Promise reaches out, popping the button on my jeans, then slowly slides the zipper down. Her blue eyes never leave mine. She's sexy as fuck, as she frees my cock. There is no fucking way I'm telling her to stop now, and by the twinkle in her eyes, she knows it.

Her eyes fall as she strokes my shaft. All I can do is watch her. The moment her tongue darts out, and she licks the head of my cock, I almost lose my shit. When her hair falls, hiding her face, I gather the long strands and wrap them once around my hand, so I can watch her. Without hesitating, Promise takes my cock in her mouth, and I hiss. "Fuck, babe. Your mouth feels good." She takes as much of me as she can into her mouth until I feel the back of her throat. "Reach between your legs and touch yourself for me. I want to watch you come while you suck me off." My grip tightens on her hair as I watch her do as I say.

Finding her center, Promise rubs her clit and moans. The vibration from her throat as she continues to get off on pleasuring herself, with her mouth full of my cock, causes me to growl. Synchronizing her mouth with the strumming of her clit, my woman increases her speed, giving me the most intense blowjob of my fucking life. "Goddamn, Sugar. That's it." I end up taking my eyes off her for a moment—only for a second because the way she moves and how she is working me right now feels too damn good.

Suddenly, without warning, my thigh muscles convulse, and I break out in a sweat. I explode in her mouth with so much force I'm sure she can't take it. Without missing a beat, Promise moans with pleasure as she rides out the rest of her orgasm while giving a few more strokes to my cock with her mouth, swallowing every last damn drop.

Never has a woman got me off so fast.

Promise releases my cock, her eyes locking with mine as she licks her swollen lips. My hand falls from her hair, and I wipe the beads of sweat slowly sliding down the sides of my face, with the back of my forearm then adjust my cock back in my jeans.

Still sitting on her heels, I lift her, pressing her naked body into mine. "Fuckin', hell, woman." I press my lips to hers in a heated kiss, then pull away, gazing into her eyes.

"You're going to be late." Her mischievous grin is contagious, and my lips lift in a smile of my own. Promise fastens my jeans, lifting the zipper back into place. "Will you get in trouble?" She leans in, pressing her lips along my neck just beneath my ear, knowing it drives me crazy.

"Probably," I tell her the truth.

"I'm sorry—sort of. I couldn't help myself," she admits, then softly kisses my lips.

My palms skim across her soft skin until they reach her sweet ass. Gripping her cheeks, I give them a firm squeeze. "Totally worth the hell I may catch, Sugar. Absafuckinglutley worth it." My tongue tangles with hers one more time before pulling away. I walk back to my dresser, opening the top drawer where I keep my weapon, held securely in the holster, then clip it at my side. "Kiwi will be ridin' out with me, but Pop will be hangin' around while we're gone. To keep an eye on things."

"You guys still worried about that biker and his club?" Promise slides her legs over the side of the bed, grabbing her silk robe nearby. Standing, she slips it on over her bare body.

"The club is takin' every precaution." Once my boots are on my feet, I close the space between us, and she steps into my open arms. "Piper wants to run to town later. I want you to ride with her and Pop. Don't want you sittin' out here alone."

"Okay," Promise agrees.

I kiss her forehead. "I'll see you later, Sugar."

Fifteen minutes later, Pop arrives, and Kiwi and I are on our bikes heading toward town. It's an unusually cold day for this time of the year, but the sun is bright, and the sky is blue. We're on our way to the clubhouse to discuss in further detail what we talked about last night. Being a Sunday traffic is less hectic, so we end up making good time as we head for the other side of town.

Rolling to a stop, just outside the gate as we wait for it to slide open, I take in the fact everyone has already arrived, making Kiwi and I the last ones to show. Backing our bikes up alongside the others, we kick the stands down and cut the engines. Kiwi removes his helmet, hanging it on the handlebar of his Harley. "We're late for the party, mate."

"Yeah." I can't help but grin knowing the reason, and Kiwi doesn't miss it either.

He laughs as I dismount my bike, and we stroll toward the clubhouse. "You don't have to say anything, brother." Kiwi pulls open the door. "That shit eatin' grin you're sportin' speaks for itself." He walks inside and I follow.

We spot Payton, and Josie in the main room, cleaning, and Payton looks up from her task behind the bar. "Hey." She brushes fallen hair from her face. "The others are in the room waiting for you." Then goes back to cleaning.

The door's close when we approach it, so I hit my knuckles against it before swinging the door open and walking in. "About fuckin' time," Riggs barks, leaning back in his seat, with his hands clasped behind his head. "Care to explain why you've kept us waitin' on your asses for," he drops one hand, peering at his watch, "forty-five minutes?"

Kiwi pulls his chair from the table, taking a seat, and so do I. "Nope." I give my brother a look.

"Shit," he shakes his head, holding back a chuckle, and the rest of my brothers, fight back their amusement. Riggs sighs. "I get it." He leans forward, placing his forearms on the table. "But, next time, try draggin' your love drunk ass to church, when it's supposed to be here."

"Absolutely," I reply, knowing full damn well it will happen again.

"Alright. Let's get down to the bare bones of things," Riggs states. "I sent word to the Hell's Punishers, and it traveled fast." He looks around the table. "They have agreed to a meeting."

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