Page 28 of Nines's Time

“I’m sure she’s got a lot on her plate with everything.”

I nod, knowing this to be true as well. Then I suggest someone else. “What about Rain?”

Meadow freezes, her mug nearly to her lips. “You want me talk to Rain about working with me?”

“Yeah.”

I focus on her expression, mostly her eyes, and notice the inner turmoil running through her mind.

“Buttercup.” I close the distance between the two of us, grip her waist and give her a squeeze. “Rain would be good with it. She’s got the time and would enjoy it. I’m sure of it. And honestly, baby, if you hire her full-time, you’d be able to work on your designs more without having to worry about interruptions.” I grin and slide my hands downward to cup her ass. “Well, some interruptions.”

Meadow sucks in a breath and nods. “You’re right. Would you talk to her for me?”

“How about you come to the clubhouse with me, and you can talk to her?”

“I . . . I can’t.”

I don’t miss the tremble of fear in her voice at the denial.

“Meadow.” I bring a hand up to pinch her chin between two fingers, forcing her to look up at me. “You’ve got nothing to fear coming to the clubhouse with me. I wouldn’t take you somewhere I didn’t think you’d be safe.”

“It’s not that,” she whispers.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just that . . . just one of the men there . . . he looks like the man who raised me. The one who was a monster and hurt me,” she admits forcing herself away from me.

Well, fuck me. I wasn’t expecting that shit.

“Meadow, Sniper’s not him,” I murmur, pulling her back into my arms. “I give you my word on that. Hell, Sniper is upset over just learning about you.”

“Why?”

“That’s something only he can explain, Buttercup. Come to the clubhouse, hear him out. Talk to Rain, and after, I’ll take you out on the bike again.”

Meadow watches me closely, and I give her time to think over what I’ve suggested. “You promise you’ll take me out on the bike?”

A grin slips into place, and I nod. “Yeah, I’ll take you out on the bike. We’ll ride for however long you want.”

“Okay,” she concedes.

“Right, first though,” I say, “I’m gonna have my way with this weak body of yours.” Scooping her in my arms, I plant her ass on the edge of the counter and lean forward, capturing her mouth.

Meadow’s fingers cling to my shoulders as she moans. I reach between us and cup her pussy only to find she’s already sopping wet.

Fuck yeah.

I quickly unzip my jeans and lower them down enough to free my cock. Lining myself up with her entrance, I thrust upward, causing her to gasp into our kiss.

“Fuck, Buttercup, you’re tight. Wet and so damn tight around my cock. Swear I could live inside your pussy.”

I take my time filling her a little more with each thrust. The sounds Meadow makes spurs me to take her faster. Deeper. Harder. And I give her just that wanting to feel her walls clenching around me.

There’s something about being inside Meadow that makes me feel whole. I need this and love every minute of it.

“Brick,” Meadow moans, breathing heavily. “It feels so good.”

“Yeah.” It feels damn good. Fan-fuckin-tastic.

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