Page 109 of Whips and Chains
We were so fucking close our breaths mingled.
“What the fuck was that?” I forced my brain to make coherent words, even though being this close to him did things to me that made it really hard to concentrate.
His voice was low and sharp, with a strong hint of bitterness. “It was sex, Levi. Get over it.”
“Get over it?” I reared back, blinking at him. “I’m not going to fucking get over it. You just walk out without a word? She’s in there asking me what she did wrong. What the fuck am I supposed to tell her?”
The clubhouse door banged open again, but neither of us turned back to see who it was.
Whip shook his head. “She didn’t do anything wrong. Go tell her that. Fuck. She did everything right. Too fucking right.” He ran his fingers through his already mussed-up hair. “I need to go.”
Maybe it was the alcohol.
Maybe it was the way I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off him while he’d been inside her. Watching him fuck, watching him lose control…I’d been jealous of Violet in that moment. Jealous of his hands on her body. Jealous of the time he’d taken with her, building her up, always concentrating on her.
All I’d been able to think about was what it would feel like to have his hands and attention all on me.
To trust him with my body the way Violet had trusted him with hers.
Now I was fucking glad I hadn’t, since apparently, he could fuck like that and then just walk on out like it hadn’t meant anything.
“You’re such an asshole,” I swore at him. “What the hell is your problem?”
His fist connected with my face so fast and hard I didn’t even have time to react. I stumbled back, surprise hitting me just as abruptly as his fist had. The force of it threw me into a soft body behind me. On instinct, I grabbed her, steadying us both so I didn’t take her down with me.
But I didn’t understand any of this.
Since when did Whip lose control like that?
I hadn’t even seen Violet come out of the clubhouse. But she was there, wrapped in nothing but the sheet from my bed.
“What the hell, Whip?” Her gaze ran all over me. “Are you all right?”
I gave a curt nod, though one side of my face where his fist had connected throbbed. But I’d had worse. I was fine, apart from a burning need to punch Whip in the dick for being such a cunt all of a sudden.
But I didn’t get a chance. Because Violet was all over him, her anger palpable.
She turned blazing eyes in his direction. “You’re punching him now? What are you doing?”
He swore, his regret was written all over his face. He threw his hands up. “I don’t know. Okay? I don’t know!”
She was a bigger person than I was because something instantly softened in her. It took me a few seconds longer, but the anguish in his voice, and the way he tugged at his hair, eventually got to me too.
He scrubbed his hands over his eyes. “I don’t know.”
Violet stepped in, pulling his hands away and peering up at him. “What did I do wrong?”
That got him. He stopped and cupped both sides of her face. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. This is all me, not you. You…” He sighed. “Fuck, Violet. You are so fucking perfect.”
“I’m not, or you wouldn’t be running away from me right now.”
He groaned, dragging her in tighter. “It’s not you—”
“Yes, it is,” she cut in. “I’ve heard the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech a thousand times. I know it’s me.”
He kissed her fiercely, claiming her lips so passionately I felt like I was intruding and had to look away.
“It’s not you,” he said again. “It’s how much I want you. And how much it’s going to kill me when you pick him.”
