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"What?" I barely breathe the word.
"Watching you walk over here, seeing you stake your claim on me?" His teeth graze my earlobe, making me shiver. "Hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."
My hands fist in his t-shirt, anchoring myself as heat floods through me. Around us, the party continues—music and laughter and the clink of bottles—but it all fades to background noise.
“Really?” I whisper. “'Cause I feel like I don't know what I'm doing.”
His grin is crooked, endearing. “We'll figure it out together."
His hand slides lower on my back, fingers squeezing my hip. Across the room, I catch Mama Pat's eye. She gives me an approving nod, and I know—somehow—that I just passed some kind of test.
Chapter 10
Chaos
The party's roaring like a goddamn beast. Bodies grinding, chicks with tits out, cocks swinging free as brothers and club girls fuck right there on the couches, against the walls, not giving a shit who's watching. It's our world, raw and unfiltered, but when I glance down at Rowan tucked under my arm, her eyes are wide, cheeks flushed.
Fuck, this is too much for her too soon. She's been through hell yesterday and today.
I tighten my grip on her waist, pulling her closer as I steer us toward the stairs. "C'mon, darlin'. Let's get outta here before these assholes scar you for life."
She nods, her small hand fisting my cut like it's a lifeline. God, she's tough. Stood tall when I claimed her as my ol’ lady in front of the club.
Ol’ lady. I have an ol’ lady now.
In our world, that means more than rings and vows. Fury's my VP, my right hand in club business—runs, deals, the brother I'd trust with my life in a firefight. Rowan? She's my right hand now in everything else—in life. Forever. No turning back.
We hit the stairs, and I feel the heat building in my veins already. My dick's been half-hard since she sidled up to me to stake a claim of her own in front of my brothers. I want her. Bad. Want to bury myself inside her, every inch, fuck her until all she can see is me, until she forgets all the bad that's ever touched her. All night long. No interruptions, no holding back.
I kick the door to my room open, drag her in, and lock it behind us. I turn to her, and damn, she's a vision. That soft, curvy little body in jeans and a tee, hair tousled. Her eyes meet mine, big and trusting, but there's a flicker of nerves there.
"You okay, sweetheart?” I ask, stepping close, cupping her face in my hands. Her cheeks are soft as silk.
She swallows, nods. "Yeah. It's just...a lot to process.”
I chuckle low, pressing my forehead to hers. "Yeah, club parties get wild. But you're mine now, Rowan. No one's touchin' you but me. Ever."
Her breath hitches, and fuck, that sound goes straight to my cock. I kiss her then, hard and deep, my hands sliding under her ass cheeks, lifting her as I walk us toward the bed. My tongue tastes her sweetness, and she moans into my mouth. Her hands clutch my shoulders.
I drop her on the bed and strip her shirt off, tossing it aside, then yank mine over my head. Her tits are magnificent, nipples hard little peaks through her bra. I unhook it with one hand, letting it fall, and palm those perfect breasts, thumbs circling the buds until she's arching into me.
"Chaos," she whispers, voice shaky with need.
"Call me Jace when we're like this," I murmur against her neck, nipping the skin. "Just you and me."
"Jace.” It comes out like a plea, and I'm done. I push her back onto the bed, shove her jeans down, and hook my thumbs in her panties too, stripping her bare. She's fucking gorgeous, all smooth curves and that pretty pussy with a patch of dark curls.My mouth waters. Kneeling between her legs, I spread them wider.
"Goddamn, baby. Look at you. So wet for me already." I run a finger through her gleaming folds, and she's slick, coating me instantly. She gasps, hips bucking. "You want this? Want me to make you feel good?"
"Yes," she breathes, eyes locked on mine. "Please."
I grin, dark and hungry. "Gonna fuck you raw tonight, sweetheart. No condom. Never gone without one before—I’m clean and always careful. But you? You're it for me. Only woman I'll ever be inside from now on. You good with no condom?”
Her eyes widen, but she nods, biting her lip. "I'm... I'm not on birth control."
That stops me cold. I freeze, finger still teasing her entrance. "What?"
“I’ve never needed…” She blushes deeper, looking away. "I've never...been with anyone. Like that."
