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I start to say something, but she puts a hand in the air. “I’ll even handle Skye. She’ll cool down when all the biker bucks funnel into the kitty on Saturday night. Believe me.”
My eyes probably say it all, and she knows it’s not my favorite part of the business.
Her eyes meet mine. “They love to dance, they want to dance. And we allow it because it gives them a place to dance and all of us make a shit ton of money. No harm, no foul. We’ve talked about this.”
“Fine.” I take another bite of the grilled cheese and add it to the plate with his before grabbing a couple waters from the fridge. “Don’t call me unless it’s a fucking emergency,” I say over my shoulder, just knowing Onyx is flipping me the middle finger as I walk away.
I walk into the bedroom, lay the waters down, and take another bite of my grilled cheese. “Are you hungry?” I ask, untying the sash of my robe and letting it fall to the floor as Carver watches.
He sits up in bed and draws me in by the waist, making me fall into bed with him. “I’m going to fucking devour you,” he growls.
I pull a piece of the grilled cheese apart with my fingers, still gooey and warm, and place it in his mouth. “I’ve already eaten most of my sandwich. Why don’t you have yours while I have a little dessert,” I say, handing it to him before sliding down the length of his body, shimmying under the covers and licking every muscle of his abs as I go.
His dick is already hard, rigid and waiting for my attention. “Oh, baby,” he groans as I slide my lips over his girth, covering my teeth and taking him in slow but deep, licking around the shaft, only to do it again. His powerful thighs tighten. He pushesthe covers from over my head so he can watch me feasting on his heat. There’s a heady power in giving pleasure, especially to an alpha like this, knowing it’s taking restraint on his part to allow me to be in this much control.
And I fucking love it, licking and sucking while his powerful hips raise, pushing deep against the very back of my throat, while he strains for every single breath he takes because it feels so good. My center flares with desire as his eyes meet mine, intense and bold, like he can see right through to my very soul, like he knows these flames are kicking harder with every flick of my tongue.
An alpha can’t control himself, and he fucking doesn’t, sitting up and grasping me so suddenly that he takes my breath away, flipping me over while he drives my legs apart and comes in from behind, sinking all the way into me, all the way to the very fucking end of me, so deep that I can barely breathe, until he pulls out and does it again.
The moans are coming faster, over and over, louder and louder, as the headboard bangs against the wall without any signs of slowing down even though I reach out against it with a hand. “Faster.”
He slaps my ass and drives in even deeper and harder, and then again, fast and furious, like a fucking freight train that doesn’t slow down until I’m soaking wet, cream running down my legs and sweat beading between my breasts, and when he tells me to come, I’m already there, trembling against his driving power as hot beads of his release spill deep inside of me.
Carver grasps my hands, pulling me to him as he rolls us onto our sides, our bodies still tightly joined as one. “You’re fucking mine,” he whispers into my ear.
My throat is so dry I can barely whisper. “Yours.”
A loud knock after a day and evening spent in bed, and then a boot against the door has both of us jumping out of bedand scrambling for clothes. Onyx doesn’t mince words, and she doesn’t do it now. “Get your horny asses out of bed. There’s a whole lot of trouble heading our way.”
The minute we’re dressed, I make sure my gun and knives are in place and head out the door with Carver on my heels. The rumble of at least ten bikes can be heard pulling into the parking lot. “Keep the lights off, stay covered and don’t pull a single fucking trigger without my say so. We don’t know if this is friend or foe.”
I have an advantage point behind the bar, using it to stable my gun, because if any one of those fuckers who wants to do us harm walks through that door, he’s going out in a fucking body bag.
Carver has a rifle drawn, and slides in next to me. “I tried to call Hawg, but he’s not answering. Keep the ladies calm, baby.”
“You don’t have to worry about them. They know how to handle themselves. It’s not like this is our first rodeo with biker boys who don’t like a female doing anything but bunny bucking underneath them.”
My finger shifts over the trigger as the door rattles, steady, waiting, but inside anything but calm. If it’s the enemy, they don’t know we’re here and I’m not giving up the element of surprise. A key jangles and my finger lets off the trigger, but hovers, just in case I’m wrong.
The door opens and the lights come on right away. Hawg’s deep burly voice echoes through the dark. “I say it’s time to fucking party!” he yells. “Seeing those fuckers get on their bikes with their tails between their legs made my fucking night. Round up the girls, because I’m sure as hell ready for some sweet-assed pussy.” Hawg’s eyes go wide the minute he sees the artillery waiting for them as they enter their club. “What the fucking hell,” he roars. “Carver!”
Chapter 14
Carver
“What the hell is going on in here?” Hawg narrows his eyes at the rifle I’ve got steadied on the bar top. “You better shoot me now or get that thing out of my fucking face,” he growls.
His crew walks in behind him, all eyes on the ladies and me, giving us the once over. “Sorry, Hawg, we didn’t expect you back this early, and we wanted to make damn sure no one was coming over to the ladies’ club. We planned to be up and gone at first light this morning, but decided to stay one more night.
“No fucking harm done.” He looks at all the ladies, and then at me. “Got your hands a little full, Carver. You may want to get them out of here and back to their club. The fun’s about to start if you know what I mean. No one in their right mind is going to come anywhere near the Phoenix Club or the Harlots Club after the stomping we gave some of the brothers in Tucson. They mess with you, you whisper our name in their ear, and they’ll be running for somewhere we can’t find them.”
The ladies cheer, and Onyx gives Pearl a wink. “Time to go home, ladies,” Pearl tells everyone. She’s not one bit shy and shedoesn’t need to be told what a certain amount of respect can get you with a group like this. No, it’s bred into her, somehow. I don’t know her story yet, but somehow, she’s been taught how to survive and thrive in a world like ours. And she does it so well it keeps my dick hard.
Pearl drives her Glock into her side holster underneath her jacket and walks right up to the big burly guy most find intimidating as hell, extending her hand. “The ladies and I are grateful for your hospitality, protection, and for getting those ladies north and to a better life. If you ever need anything, please let us know. We owe you, and we always pay our debts.”
His eyes don’t waiver. “You don’t owe us anything, Pearl. We owed a huge debt to Duchess and the Royal Bastards. We’re just paying them back is all. But, if you and your ladies ever need help again, you know where to ride, got it?”
Pearl gives him a big smile. “Same goes. We’re only a few miles down the road. If you ever need anything, just ask.” The ladies scatter and return with their things moments later, ready to ride, and go back to their own club.
