Page 63 of Ruthless

“You sure?”

I nodded, patting his shoulder. “I’ll be good. I’m just fuckin’ tired and whatever else over my identity being brought up for the first time in a decade. Brings up a lot of the old shit that I was trying to run from.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Don’t lie about it.”

“What?”

“You’re not hung up over that,” he said with a shrug. “You’re hung up over Rachel leaving and not reaching out to you. I think that really burned you, and maybe once you admit to it, you might have a chance of getting over her. It was a bad way to start a relationship anyway,” he added with a laugh.

“Yeah, whatever,” I muttered, heading for the door. “I don’t need a therapist.”

“Well, actually, you probably do. I think we all probably need a damn therapist.”

I chuckled but didn’t feel a bit of amusement as I slipped through the doorway, the music and smell of beer and smoke hitting me like a freight train. I glanced around at the familiar faces, not seeing a single person I didn’t know. I was keeping an eye out for things like that now…

Though someone I knew could be lying about who they are.

Brushing off the thought, I slipped toward the hallway, ignoring some of the looks that people were giving me. Don’t get me wrong, I had never been one to socialize, but I also wasn’t someone who turned down a beer after a long day…

Until recently, that is.

I rubbed my unshaven jaw as I unlocked my room, pushing the door open. Everyone with some kind of status had a bedroom and bathroom of their own in the clubhouse if they wanted it. It had been my security for a while, when I had first gotten involved with the Steel Heretics.

Moving like a sloth, I shed my clothes down to just my boxers, and pulled back the covers on the black quilted bed. I had showered before the stupid meeting, just so I could crawl into bed immediately afterward. I hit the lights and climbed in, plopping my head back on the pillow. Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes…

And all I saw washer.

Her hazel blonde hair, falling loosely past her shoulders.

Her dark eyes with golden specks.

Her petite, but full body beneath mine.

“Fuck,” I grumbled, rolling onto my side and pulling the covers over my head. I was being weak, and Ihatedit. My father had always told me that a man who lets a woman get under his skin becomes a weak man…

And that’s exactly what I was, fucking hiding under the covers as the heartbreak settled in.

I was better than this.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I took deep, even breaths, willing myself to just fall asleep. Once I was asleep, the only memories that came back to my mind were those of my past—and I wasn’t worried about what that might bring. Ever since rediscovering myself, memories that I had blocked out were coming back, and even that was better than being stuck on Rachel.

But apparently, that wasn’t happening tonight.

“Once I do this, you’re mine,” I growled in her ear, running my fingertips down her naked body. “There’s no going back, princess.”

The gold in her eyes burned with lust as she met my gaze. “I don’t want to go back, Trevor.”

“So, youwantto be mine?” I planted kisses down her neck and collarbone, working my way toward her full breasts.

“Yes,” she panted, threading her fingers through my hair. “Oh my god, yes.”

I sucked her nipple into my mouth as my fingers slipped between her soaked folds. She let out a cry that made my dick nearly burst, and I slipped two fingers inside of her, her pussy clenching around them.

“I want you inside of me,” Rachel whined, her hips squirming against my hand. “I want you inside of menow.”

“So eager,” I teased her, lifting my head and dropping her breast from my mouth. I leaned up and took her lips with mine, kissing her as I removed my hand. I pressed the top of my cock into her entrance, letting out a sharp breath at just how fucking tight she was.

Her lips parted as she held my gaze, my cock pressing deeper into her body. “Oh, Trevor…”

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