Page 27 of Seized By Solo

Once the first batch is mixed up and I’ve added the right amount to the tray, I place them in the oven before moving on to a different flavour. I’m no professional baker by any means, but I make a mean cookie, or so the kids have told me.

Since moving away and starting fresh, I have learned to cook better for me and the kids, plus they enjoy being my little taste test dummies.

“Fucking hell, what smells good in here?” I turn around, smiling as Fritz steps into the kitchen with a man I have never seen before.

“Cookies. The first batch is in, and I am making more,” I reply to him.

“Well, hello there, sexy. Who the fuck are you and why are you not already on your knees for me, babe?” The unknown man steps closer, and I freeze.

“Fuck,” Fritz mutters as he sits down. “Box, step the fuck off, brother. She is off limits,” he sighs.

Fritz is an older guy; still handsome for his age, with his silver fox vibe going on. Picture Jeffrey Dean Morgan with greyer hair and you will have Fritz.

Box eyes me like I am his next meal. My stomach tightens as he steps closer.

“I see no cut or mark, brother. She is free game,” he smarts off.

“If you value your life you will step the fuck away from my brother’s woman,” comes a growl. My head spins around to see Dutch standing in the doorway.

Box’s eyes go wide, flitting from Dutch back to me.

“You belong to Solo?” I nod, shrinking a little from the glint in his eyes that unsettle me. “Well, fuck me, the big fucker caught a nice piece of arse.”

“Speak about Elsie like that again and me and you will have big problems, Box. Now back the fuck off.”

The second Box steps back, we hear a loud commotion out in the main room. The men run as my stomach drops into my shoes and a dreadful feeling settles in my body.

I follow behind them, and a gasp leaves my mouth when I see Adele already working on Kane, who is bleeding from his shoulder.

“Kane.” I rush to him.

When I reach him, his eyes connect with mine, and I see that he is pissed off. It makes me believe that this wound is because of me and the trouble I have brought to the club.

“This is my fault. Alan did this, right?” My voice is quiet, shaky from fear.

“He did. I found the weasel but he shot me and got away.” He grunts and glares at Adele when she hurts him a little while stitching him up.

My friend just grins at him, showing she’s not scared. “Stop being a baby, you big ape.”

Kane scoffs and takes a big gulp of the whiskey in his hand.

“We should leave, Kane,” I murmur, my stomach rolling at the idea, but I can’t keep putting the club in danger. “I hate that I am the reason you are getting hurt.” I wrap my arms around my stomach, holding myself together and failing.

In a flash, Kane is on his feet, much to Adele’s dismay. He steps to me, still looking angry, and tosses me over his shoulder. I let out a yelp, but he doesn’t stop his steps as he leaves the main room.

“Kane, put me down right now.” I slap his bare back, and the heat from his skin soaks into my palms.

A giggle escapes me when I hear someone shout, “Don’t be silly, wrap your willy!”

We reach his room and he finally sets me on my feet. His gaze is dark and intense, but the arousal floats around and it is aimed at me. His hands reach for his big belt buckle. He opens it, along with the buttons and zipper of his jeans. He toes off his boots, then socks, all while keeping his heated gaze locked on me.

Like a red-blooded female, my body becomes hot and flushed. My knickers are wet as my body pulses with need for him.

“Need to fuck that guilt out of you, baby. Hands and knees on the bed, now,” he growls, and I shiver. “Remove the clothes.”

I do as he says as my body comes alive. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples hard with desire for him. Fuck me, he does this to me and I love it. This man makes me feel desired and safe all in one swift move.

Quickly, I remove my clothes, watching as he grips his thick cock in one hand, pleasuring himself while he watches me undress. Damn, that is hot. A pearl of pre-cum leaks from the tip, before dribbling down on his fist. I lick my lips, my mouth watering at seeing him do this.

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