Page 25 of The Bonds We Break
I’m so close.
I can feel it.
But he pulls out of me as soon as he’s finished.
I place my hands to my clit, feeling for it, circling it as I lie down and grind against my finger.
“No.” King grabs my wrist and pulls my hand from beneath me. He huffs a laugh. “You don’t want to give me your orgasm, Rae, that’s on you. But you aren’t going to ride what we just did into an orgasm of your own.”
“You don’t understand.” I gasp, ready to weep as the feeling between my legs fades. I roll onto my side and curl up.
“You’re right. I don’t. I’m going to be gone a day or two.”
“Go to your club celebration then.” I hate how pathetic my voice sounds.
“You know about that?”
Maybe Ryker shouldn’t have told me on one of our calls that the club is turning seventy and he’s sad to miss the party they planned. I hate not knowing what to say. So, I don’t answer.
“Don’t do anything stupid. You run, I’ll rip your fucking heart out when I find you,” King says.
And when I finally hear the door slam, as he takes all his energy with him, I let the tears of frustration fall.
10
KING
The following day, the clubhouse shines. Tables are set everywhere. The kitchen is such a hive of activity that I can’t even step in there for a coffee. And there are couples and families everywhere. It’s the week after Thanksgiving, but it’s more special than that. It’s the seventieth anniversary of the club.
Seventy years since my grandfather sat with Clutch’s grandfather and drew up the charter to the club. They’d probably be pissed we’re not on good terms right now. Because there’s been a Hills and a Bailey in partnership at the helm of this club since then.
Iris brings an industrial-sized container of mashed potatoes out of the kitchen to the bar, which has been set up as the buffet. It’s the first time she’s been back to the clubhouse after what happened to her, and the other old ladies were thrilled to wrap her in hugs and squeals that hurt my fucking eardrums. Spark is watching her like she’s made of glass and glaring at anyone who so much as glances at her in a way that might make her shatter. It’s been five weeks since the Righteous Brotherhood attempted to take her away from us. When she places the mash down, Spark reaches for her hand and tugs her onto his lap.
She tucks her head beneath his chin, and I see the stress slip from his shoulders.
Clutch has his hands on my sister’s ass while he whispers something in her ear that makes her laugh. While it grinds my gears that my VP went against my orders to hook up with her, it’s good to see her happy.
Halo is walking around with his baby sister in his arms. At nearly sixty, his father, Wrinkle, managed to knock up Mercy, one of the club girls who is now here as his pseudo–old lady, but ignored by all the other old ladies because they have a strong suspicion their men have probably fucked her.
I know for a fact I did. Twice. It wasn’t that memorable.
On the other hand, the few single women here, sisters of other brothers and friends of the club, are all cooing over the little thing, which means Halo is getting plenty of female attention.
I wander back to my room in the clubhouse—the one I slept in last night, the one that used to be my father’s whenhewas president—and close the door on the noise.
When I flop down on my bed, my thoughts return to the only thing I thought about all fucking night.
Rae.
The way she sounded when I pulled her hand away from her clit.
And the silver lines I saw on her arm. I’m educated enough to know what those were.
My thoughts should be firmly on Niro, whom we managed to get released until he has his hearing. Or Track, whom we had to bail out.
But no. My mind is on the woman who told me on our first night that she wasn’t turned on. And on the second night, she showed me with her body and eyes that she was in the moment with me, but wasn’t wet and didn’t come.
I don’t understand why I even care, why I’m wasting time thinking about it.
