Page 22 of Clash
Hanging up the phone, I dropped to my knees, making sure I was eye-to-eye with Alex. “Sorry, Buddy, I got something I have to do. Maybe next time?”
Alex frowned. “Okay…” he said sadly.
“Don’t be sad, Alex, I promise I’ll go with you to the park next time.”
“It’s okay, Mr. Clash. Daddy was always busy too. He never liked going to the park with me either. I understand.”
Fuck! Why was this kid affecting me this way?
“Alex, I really want to go…”
Gina held up a hand. “Don’t worry about it, Clash. You don’t owe us anything. Go handle whatever you have to handle. We’ll probably be here when you get back.”
“Probably?”
She shrugged. “I guess we shall see.”
Now I definitely didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t have a choice, not when Ranger was calling me all frantic. With Snydergone, it was on me to run the club, despite my bitterness and resentment over it. The club came first—always.
But as I took a few cautious steps towards the door, looking over my shoulder at the broken woman and child I had somehow taken under my wing, I found myself questioning where my loyalty really should be.
With the club that blatantly rejected my request to be president, or to the woman and child who were silently taking over every piece of my blatantly empty heart?
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I was playing a very dangerous game, one that was lingering on the point of insanity. Every time Clash got close to me, it was like my body was calling out for him, wishing he’d possess me in ways only one man ever had. I could see my son falling in love with him, which was easy, since Alex pretty much loved everyone.
A man like Clash didn’t need a single mom and her son holding him back, he didn’t need the stress that came with my ex on his mind either. I’d always be on the run—one day he’d find us, then where would I be? In jail? Behind bars? My son in foster care, or worse, back in his father’s custody? Just the thought if it made me sick to my stomach.
No. The best thing for me to do was to distance myself from Clash all I could, but that would involve me reaching out to my sister—something I wasn’t exactly ready for.
I hadn’t talked to her in years.Would she even answer my call if I did manage to get the courage to reach out to her?
“Mommy, can I go on the slide?”
“Sure, Alex. Go ahead.”
He let out an excited squeal, racing over to the playground that was a few feet ahead of me. I couldn’t help but shake the overwhelming feeling that I was being watched, but by who, I had no idea. Nobody was in the park, and hardly anyone had driven down the street since we got here.
Shaking off the nagging inside my brain, it started to wander to other things… like how soft Clash’s lips were, and how that smile of his drove me crazy. It was like I could still feel his hand on my skin, the desperate need that washed over me, wanting him to explore my flesh with all his digits.
Delusions of ecstasy took over my every thought, images of Clash poised between my legs, feasting on me in ways no other man ever had, fucking me with that cock I couldn’t stop thinking about since I grabbed his dick and felt his impressive package. It was like I couldn’t turn my naughty thoughts off, and my legs scissored together, holding in the ache between my thighs, suppressing the urge to moan.
“Mommy, watch this!” Alex shouted, waving at me as he stood up on the slide, ready to race down it, forcing me back to the reality that mattered, not the fantasy world that would never exist.
“Alex, please be caref—” my words were cut off by him screaming, his face hitting the bark on the playground floor with a nasty thud.
I was going to warn him about standing up on the slide like that, but I was too late. He tripped, falling down face first on the ground below.
Protective Mama bear mode was activated, and I sprang to my feet, rushing over to my son who was rolling around on the ground crying and screaming
His face was all scraped up, and blood was coming out of a gash on his cheek and knee. He wouldn’t stop crying, andI scolded myself for not watching him like I should have. The worst part was the fact his arm was bent at a very odd angle.
Shit.
“Mommy, my arm hurts,” Alex whined. “It really, really hurts.”
Out of nowhere, a man appeared, and just the sight of him made my stomach roil in unease.Where the fuck did he come from?
