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Lake giggles as I press her back up against her shower wall, and she gasps, “We’ll slip,” as I take her pebbled nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it.
“Nah, shorty, I’ll never let you fall,” I murmur before nipping her nipple, then her soft breast, marking her.
“Smooth talker,” she moans as I wrap my lips around her other nipple, and I hum, not denying it.
Fuck…
I squeeze my eyes tight, trying to stop the memory from months ago, but my cock hardens like it always does when Lake comes to mind. I give in, like I always do, and grip my cock tightly so it hurts, trying to punish myself for thinking of her again, but all it does is twitch, and I groan, slapping one hand on the shower wall while stroking myself.
I blindly find Lake’s entrance and thrust forward, taking her in one go.
“Jaylen…,” She moans and tightens her hold around my neck, and I let go of her delicious nipple and slam my lips against hers, needing to taste her.
She moans as our tongues connect and I pull my hips back, only leaving the tip in before thrusting forward again, gaining a rhythm.
I stroke my hand quicker, my spine already tingling, my balls tightening with the need to come.
I tilt my hips, needing her to come, my body already wound up seeing her in the shower, and she throws her head back, breaking the kiss as her walls begin to flutter around my cock. The sensation fucking magical, and I latch onto her neck, biting it hard.
My cum paints the shower wall out of nowhere, and I squeeze my dick a few more times to get every last drop down the drain before my jaw ticks as I realize what I’ve just done yet again. I quickly wash it away, my anger taking over.
When in the fuck will I get over her?
“Fucking never by the looks of things,” I sigh before I continue to wash, knowing I’ve got church in ten.
***
“Alright, the next club run with the Carnage MC, Cage said he’ll meet four hours in between each club this time, Venom, who's going?” Blade says as he looks at Venom from the head of his seat, and I quickly butt in, “I’m going,” before Venom can deny me, and everyone sighs but doesn’t argue with me.
Every club run, I go, I need to get out of town, away from the heartbreak, even if it’s just for a few hours.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Fury asks cautiously, and I raise a brow and remind him, “You have to be there for Sky, Tate, and Anna, Psycho has to be there for Ivy and their son, so it only makes sense that I go.”
He swallows but nods once knowing not to argue with me. I’m running from my pain, they know it, and I know it, but it’s all I can do right now.
“Okay, Venom, Medic, Viper, and I will go this time with two prospects in the van,” Blade says before any arguments can take place, then looks at me and asks, “How’s Angel’s Girls?”
I nod and reply, “Good, revenue is still up, and I’ve employed three more girls, two for dancing, one for behind the bar, and the girls are still arguing over who gets center stage.”
The brothers laugh and Blade nods, then looks at Psycho, who says, “The tattoo shop is also doing well, plenty of customers,” and I zone out now my part is done while ignoring the concerned looks from my dad, like I always do when we’re in church.
The old-timers who used to be part of the club join the meeting every time, and normally, I don’t mind but having Dad scrutinize my every move is becoming difficult.
Fuck, why does my heart have to hurt so fucking much, why did I have to say yes to that drink...
“You done yet?” I hear Randy ask an hour later as I walk out of the clubhouse and head for my bike and I tense.
The brothers wanted me to stay for a drink, but honestly, I can’t be bothered. Luna would try to talk to me about Lake and I really don’t want to snap at my president's old lady. She’s been through a lot and is now pregnant with twins, something that shouldn’t have been able to happen, and is at high risk of losing them, so she doesn’t need the stress.
Shaking my head when I get to my bike, I turn my head towards Randy as I climb on my Harley, and he raises a brow at me as I ask, “Done with what?”
“Ruining everything you had with my daughter over fear,” he replies, and my jaw ticks at his smirk.
I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.
While Lake has Cherri’s red hair and dark green eyes, she has Randy’s features.
I shake my head and mutter, “I’m not doing this with you, Randy,” and he scoffs, “Oh, but you can do it when I’m busy underneath a hood, right?”
