Page 26 of Chill’s Chance

I frown at him. “It’s club business, although so was this. Puma, let you observe. Why?”

“He’s letting me prospect. He also wanted me to see you in action. I told you. He wanted me to see what you’d do to me if I hurt you again.”

I shake my head and smirk at Puma’s antics. What an ass. “Let me grab Splint and get our guest checked out. I’ll meet you in the common room. We can grab a beer and I’ll fill you in on Chicago. It’s a long story.”

When we reach the clubhouse, I find Splint, who is grabbing his med kit.

“Puma stopped by.” He explained. “I’ll look at him and let you know his status.”

I nod my thanks and return to the common room to find Hunter at a table with a couple of longnecks. I take a long sip and sit back. It’s a fucking long story.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: HUNTER

Listening to Chill explain how the Demon Dawgs uncovered and destroyed a human trafficking ring has my blood boiling with anger, but my heart is full of pride for this woman and my new club. I went into the Marines, wanting to make a difference in the world. Because I naively thought that all our enemies were outside our country. But this club took out the enemy right here.

“So the guys who died in the blast. They were all human traffickers?” I ask her after she finishes the story with the destruction of Standish’s sex club.

She grimaces. “I don’t know. I just know that they were there because they expected to take part in the rape and murder of four women. We know a handful of men left prior to the explosion, but only because they realized the plan. Who knows if others died who might have been innocent?” Chill says and I know this bothers her.

“Weren’t all the men there part of some crime syndicate?” I ask. “It isn’t like they were innocent bystanders.”

“I know. It weighs on Puma, though. The thought that we might have taken the lives of guys who had no intention of hurting those women. We assumed that everyone there knew why they were there.”

We finish our beer in silence. I can see the sadness on Chill’s face and know it’s for the burden Puma carries. She cares so much for him I feel a twinge of jealousy. I don’t want to ask, but I know if I don’t, it will eat at me. “Do you have feelings for Puma?”

She slowly lowers the bottle and looks at me. “Because I worry about him?” She asks and I nod. She smirks and shakes her head. “I love Puma. Fuck, I love all my brothers. They’re my family. But no, I’m not attracted to Puma that way. I respect him and I appreciate him. He gave me a chance to become part of something and I’ll always feel gratitude. I would give my life to protect him and the rest of the club. But no, I’m not hot for Puma.”

“Why not?” I press. “He’s larger than life.”

She chuckles. “Yeah, he is. Maybe you have a crush on him?”

I laugh. “Would you blame me? But no, I see who I want. No one else measures up.” I say, locking eyes with her so she knows exactly who I mean. Her cheeks flush pink, but she doesn’t look away.

“Maybe I know who I want, too. And yeah, no one else measures up.” She says, her eyes dilating with desire.

That look makes my dick as hard as diamonds. I surge up, barely keeping my chair from crashing to the ground. Grabbing Chill’s hand, I drag her down the hall, the sound of catcalls and whistles following. I’m leading the way, but stop, because I don’t know where I’m going.

She must realize I’m lost, because she surges past me, dragging me down a hallway before opening a door and leading me inside.

Without losing momentum, I swing her around and use her body to close the door. Covering her mouth with mine, I drink her in. Wrapping my hand in her hair while cupping her cheek with the other, I move her head so I can deepen the kiss. This kiss is everything.

When we break apart, we’re both gulping in air as we stare at each other. Our earlier bout of sex was us reconnecting. This means more. It means a commitment. I’m never letting this woman go, ever. I haven’t touched a woman since her and I know I will find no one who owns me like she does.

I recapture her mouth, shifting my hands down to her ass. Once my palms are on her glorious globes, she wraps her long legs around my waist, pushing her hot pussy against my cock. “Fuck.” I mumble.

“I that’s that what we were doing.” She replies, making me chuckle.

Pressing her tight little body against the door, I pull up her tank top to slide my hands underneath and feel her skin. The softness of it makes me groan as I flip us around so I can toss her on the bed. I can’t wait any longer to feel my skin against hers. She must feel the same way because as soon as I yank her tank top off, she’s unfastening her bra before tossing it on the floor. Yanking off my shirt, I watch her kick her boots off as she unbuckles her jeans. I love a woman who can multitask. I do the same while keeping my eyes glued to her sexy legs as she reveals each inch. Groaning when I imagine them wrapped around my waist. Fuck, why do I have on so many clothes?

I rip off everything just as she hooks her fingers in her underwear. “Stop. Mine.” I growl as I bend over to rub my nose against her damp panties. I pull them down her legs so I can hold them against my nose before tossing them on my jeans. The pair from earlier are still in the pocket of those jeans.

“If you are going to keep my panties, you’ll need to buy me new ones.” She says with a sexy grin. I smirk back at her.

“Or you could just go commando.” I tell her, yanking her toward me as I drop to my knees and bury my face in her fiery core.

“Son of a bitch!” She shouts out as I lap and suck her juices.

Fuck, she’s sweeter than candy and smells like heaven. In the years we’ve been apart, I haven’t forgotten her taste or her scent. It’s part of me. It’s in my blood. Her moans are the sweetest music as I lap her folds. Sliding my hands under her ass, I lift her so I can plunge my tongue into her pussy, fucking her hard as my dick bobs against my stomach, trying to get my attention. He wants in on this sweet action. Well, he’s going to have to wait. I haven’t gotten my fill yet.

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