Page 15 of Sentinel

“Stop lookingat me like that, Gabe,”

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like you’re about to tear off my clothes again.” A soft blush colors her cheeks as she dips her chin while she brushes out her hair in my bathroom. Sitting on the bed, I’m watching her get ready, but I can’t help envision dirtying her up again.

After claiming her body roughly when we got into my room, I took her twice again in the night. I know she’s tired and needs rest, but she refused to take the day off from the shop. She said any other employee would be expected to work, and it wasn’t fair for her to have a day off simply because she was sleeping with the boss. I didn’t like that explanation—because this is more than justsleeping with the boss—but I can appreciate her work ethic.

“Can you drop me by my apartment so I can pick up my car, please? I have a few errands to run after work today.”

“What do you need, baby? I’ll have one of the prospects take care of it for you.”

“I don’t need a prospect to run my errands for me. I can get my own groceries.” She walks into the bedroom and sits next to me on the bed to slip on her shoes.

“A prospect isn’t a patched member of the club yet. They still have to prove they have what it takes to be one of us and then get voted in.”

“Well, they have more important things to deal with than picking up groceries for me. I can do that myself. I just need my car.”

I tuck a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear. “Do you want me to have one of them bring your car to the shop for you?”

“Gabe, no. You don’t have to do that.”

I raise my palms in surrender. “Alright. I’m just trying to be helpful.”

She leans in to kiss me, but I take the opportunity to deepen it. I grip her hips and tug her body to mine, forcing her to straddle my waist. She twines her arms around my neck and pulls away from the kiss as she looks into my eyes.

“If you keep this up, we aren’t going to go into work today. And I still need to get to my apartment.”

“You’re the one sitting in my lap, woman.”

“You’re the one who put me here.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I think I like it too much.” She rolls her hips, rubbing her denim-covered pussy over my lengthening cock. Her jeans do nothing to temper her heat, and I’m dying to get inside them again. But just as I lean forward to take her mouth in a kiss, she jumps off my lap and heads for the door. “Well, shall we go to my apartment now?” She raises an eyebrow and quirks the corner of her mouth in a cocky smirk.

I look down at my engorged dick as the tip almost protrudes from the waistband of my jeans. “You’re gonna pay for this later, woman.”

“Does that mean I get another spanking?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“You’re fucking trouble. You know that?” I stand and adjust my cock in my pants before closing the distance between us. I pin her against the door and clasp my hand on her throat. My voice is low and husky when I whisper in her ear. “Bad girls don’t get what they want, Emma. Bad girls get punished with hard fucks and no orgasms.”

I look into her eyes and let her see the consuming need I have for her in mine. A shiver travels down her body before I lean in, pulling her lower lip between my teeth. I bite down hard enough to sting, then lick and kiss the pain away. Her pulse hastens at the base of her throat beneath my hand, and I smirk at how quickly I’ve turned the tables.Now, who’s been teased?“Let’s go, baby. We got shit to do.”

“Ugh,” Emma utters quietly in frustration as she lifts her head from the door. I give her a wink and spin her away so I can lead us out of the room.

After locking my door, I pull her back to my chest and murmur, “I know you’re soaked for me right now, baby. I promise to fuck you as rough as you want tonight, if you’re a good girl today.” That brings a smile to her beautiful face as she begins walking forward again. I swat her luscious ass as it sways in front of me, causing her to turn with a mock scowl. But I know it isn’t real because my woman loves having her ass spanked. And I have no problem giving her exactly what she wants.

We leave the clubhouse and make the short trip to her apartment, enjoying the cool air of the early morning ride. But as soon as we pull into the parking lot, Emma tenses up behind me, and I know something is wrong. Glancing at her car explains the sudden change. Every window is busted, all four tires are slashed, and the exterior’s been keyed along both sides. My gut tells me this is just the beginning of a looming shit storm. And I’m not fucking having it.

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EMMA

My car! My fucking car!

Honestly, I don’t give a crap about the car itself. I’m more concerned about who would do this. I’m new here, and no one really knows me. So, it’s either some stupid kids just out causing trouble, or it’s that damn Cherry in retaliation of our run-in last night. Gabe pulls up next to my battered car and turns off his bike. After helping me to my feet, he holds my trembling hand as we walk around and survey the damage.

He’s eerily quiet when I ask, “Do things like this happen a lot around here?” I turn to him to wait for his response. I figured he’d be mad, but I wasn’t expecting this…

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