Page 13 of Taming Raptor

“Raptor.”

“Jesus, do you think Snow and Reaper really knew what he was going to ask us?”

“Raptor!”

I stopped, hand falling from the top of my head where it was practically pulling my hair out and stared at my president and best friend.

“Did you get a real hard look at Soap today?” Venom asked from his seat at his desk. He patiently waited for my answer. The thing was, I wasn’t a rash kind of guy—usually. I paid attention. I thought things through. For the most part. Cookie… I hadn’t thought that through and now I was in a place I didn’t understand.

“Yeah, I did,” I finally replied with a sigh.

“He’s likely as fucked in the head as we are at this point. I talked to Snow when we got back, while you were checking on shit over at the farm. Adrien, she died in his arms. Covered in her blood, too late to do a damn thing, he helplessly held her.” Venom gave me a pained stare. He called me Adrien and that meant he was in his emotions. Which didn’t happen often unless it had to do with Loralei. Shit had happened with her last Christmas, and I know he beat himself up over it for a long while. He ran a lot of coulda, shoulda, wouldas though his head. Most men would react the same. I didn’t have an ol’ lady, but Cookie popped into my head.

The thought of her dying in my arms did something really fucking awful to me. Fury boiled in my blood and rage drove each ragged breath. Fuck, yeah… I could imagine the shit he was feeling, and it had to be worse for him because he loved her. At that thought I steeled my spine. Fuck no, I didn’t love Cookie. I didn’t love anyone but my brothers and my mother—and I hadn’t talked to her in months because the last time we spoke we argued about me going home.

“Raptor.”

That time he just sounded tired. I glanced his way to see him stand and set his bottle of whiskey and the two shot glasses to the side. “Yeah?”

“I’m going home to my ol’ lady. I want to kiss my baby girl and watch her sleep for a minute before I fuck my ol’ lady. Then I’m going to hold her like there’s no tomorrow, because we never know when we might end up like Soap. Go find Cookie.” He patted my back and gave my shoulder a squeeze as he walked past me, flipped off the light in the office, and moved with a purpose down the hall to leave.

I glanced at the clock. It was still early. I wondered if Cookie would be waiting for me like I told her to. And like that, I was horny as a motherfucker. All thoughts of emotional bullshit went out the window, because all I could think about was losing myself between her firm thighs. No, that’s not true. I was also thinking about the look on her face as she shattered with my dick shoved balls deep in her tight pussy.

With that thought, I followed Venom’s footsteps but instead of turning to leave, I went straight to the room I used when I stayed at the clubhouse—the room she better be waiting in. Actually, I kind of hoped she wasn’t because the thought of my hand leaving red marks on her ass had me adjusting my junk as I reached the door.

Swinging it open, I held my breath.

It all came out in a rush when I found her sitting on her feet in the middle of my bed. Hands resting lightly on her thighs, tits perky and crying for my mouth to engulf the puckered pink nipples, and bright blue eyes staring at me with fire burning in their depths.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she murmured, then smirked. “Sir.”

Holy fucking shit.

I slowly closed the door.

“Love Bites (So Do I)”—Halestorm

Mid-February

We’d been hooking up almost every day for the past five months. Color me shocked when true to his word, we remained exclusive. Not that I expected less from him, because I’d heard that he liked to have a regular partner, just not a relationship-type one.

It was me. I’d never been one who was happy with one guy. Maybe it was my upbringing, or maybe I was just fucked in the head—maybe both.

“Why do you have to go? You’re the VP,” I grumbled as I watched Raptor pack. Pouting, I was laying on my stomach on his bed with my head propped on my hand and my feet kicking leisurely in the air. After our last round of mind-blowing sex, I was still lazing around naked.

“Because I’m going,” he muttered as he shoved some socks in the bag followed by a few T-shirts. Mentally, I chastised myself because I knew he hated being questioned and he didn’t discuss club business with me. He wasn’t a pillow talk kinda guy.

“I’m going to miss you,” I softly murmured. There was an unfamiliar ache in my chest at the thought of not seeing him for a week or more.

“Don’t,” he warned darting his golden-flecked gaze to mine.

“What?”

“Don’t make this more than it is. I told you in the beginning what I expected. You agreed.”

“Yeah, I know I did, but that doesn’t mean I won’t miss that cock,” I replied with a smirk trying to cover up my slip. He couldn’t know that I’d come to need him. Raptor was the kind that would end this without thinking twice if he thought I was getting attached or if he thought I was developing feelings.

He zipped the small bag, then tossed it on the desk where it landed with a thud and started toward me. The man was pure sex and he didn’t walk, he gracefully stalked. All lean muscle and tattoos, he was gorgeous to look at—but what he could do to my body was mind-blowing.

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