Page 31 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

“Don’t walk into my club and be sensible,” he teasingly snaps at me. “We’ll rally the brothers to help get you packed. Get a truck to move your stuff.”

“I don’t have the—”

“Rough, you need to inform your woman that we take care of our women around here. She doesn’t pay for shit.”

“Don’t worry about money, babe. I’ve claimed you with the club, which means the club takes care of you—Itake care of you.”

“But then I’ll owe—”

“We’ll work that out between us, yeah?”

Okay, now I’m officially over being cut off by burly bikers. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I let loose a sharp breath. “If either of you cuts me off one more time, you’ll both leave as eunuchs. Don’t test me.”

Both my brother and Rough begin laughing. “Nic looks sweet,” Daniel says. “But she loves my dick. Loves it. And she’s tough. I don’t know that you want to throw down with her when she finds out you’re denying her the ability to ride my dick.”

“I’m not afraid,” I deadpan.

“My money’s on Gee,” Rough says. “Though remember, babe, you love my dick, too.”

“You’ve still got a mouth.”

“Oh—TMI, sister,” Daniel says. “Fucking TMI.”

“Right. So, the other thing I want to say to you is if you don’t think my son will be a good fit for your club, that’s your right. But if you aren’t prospecting him because of me, because you think I won’t like that, please reconsider.”

He jolts, narrowing his eyes at me. “You want your boy in the life?”

“He has a taste for it now. You don’t let him in, he’ll find another club. I’d rather you and Rough be around to guide him. You keeping Tripp from joining?”

My brother cocks his head as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him. “My boy is six months old.”

“Yeah, and one day, you’ll wake up and he’ll be eighteen. It goes faster than you think, brother. Way faster.”

“It’ll be the only life he knows. I’m sure he’ll want to prospect.”

“So it’s okay for your son but not okay for mine?” I ask.

“I’ll call a meet with the brothers. Each of my lieutenants has talked to me individually about having him join.”

“Like I said, I’m not telling you how to run your club, but if I’m the reason you won’t let him in—I’m no longer the reason.”

“Noted,” he says, then, “Get a good night’s sleep. We’re heading for Florida tomorrow.”

Wow. Okay.

With that done, Rough and I head home for a quiet night that I think we both need.

In the morning, I’m roused by Rough spreading my legs wide. “What are you doing?”

He breathes in deeply, his nose at my sex. “Dreamed about this last night, eating your pussy.”

I don’t remember what I dreamed as I slept hard. But now, now I want nothing more than to have him eat my pussy. “Bon appétit,” I offer and his mouth descends, ready to feast.

Rough gives it good. I writhe and squirm under him, grinding my crotch against his face as he continues to suck and lick and nip. “Rough,” I shout because it feels so good that my mind goes blank and all I can think is his name.

My heart pounds. My chest heaves. My body tightens as the most glorious orgasm hits and I lose his mouth but gain his cock as he slides inside me in a powerful thrust. My entire body clenches around him.

It feels… It feels… “Harder.” He gives me harder. “Deeper.” He changes his position slightly and goes deeper. So deep, there’s nowhere else for him to go.

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