Page 32 of Carver's Obsession

He laughed, and the others grinned.

His hand slid over her ass. “You’ll have to get used to that, too, Babe, because I won’t stop until I’m ready, and I can’t see that happening anytime soon.”

Jana giggled. “I think you have this, Carver. I won’t worry about her leaving because you won’t let her get far.”

“You’re right about that,” Carver said. “She’ll damn well stay where I put her.”

“See,” Meg snorted. “They’re all arrogant bastards.”

Erica gave up. The fact that she never wanted to leave made it easy. “Fine.”

Jana chuckled and hugged her tightly for a long while. “If you threaten to leave again, I’m going to ask Carver to fuck the energy out of you, and then you won’t have any to run.”

“My God, Jana.”

Jana grinned. “Welcome to the Vipers Club.”

Meg stood and came to them. “It’s about time to start dinner,” she said, grabbing Erica’s hand and dragging her toward the house.

“You know I can find my own way, right?” Erica said sarcastically.

“Yeah, but I’m helpful this way,” Meg said, making her sister, who strolled behind them, laugh.

Erica looked over her shoulder to see Carver with a grin on his face.

“I’ll be in to check on you in a bit, Babe.”

Erica rolled her eyes and followed Meg. She tried to look pissed but was too happy to make it believable. It didn’t matter. She was home.

Chapter Eighteen

Kristina giggled as she handed the joint over to Willow. The nine women tried to hide in a small back room in the club that no one used except for storage. They had gone through a few joints and a pan of brownies and were raring for more.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Stone said as he stood in the doorway. “I found them,” he yelled. She watched him turn and walk away, and she thought they were good until one man after another filed in and scowled down at them.

The looks on their faces made the women laugh hysterically and continue to smoke weed.

Erica grinned when Blood tried to take the joint from Willow and ended up on his ass.

“Goddammit!” Blood yelled. “That’s it.” Before Willow could evade him, he snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder. “Someone grab the joint from her.”

There was a scuffle, but Willow laughed too hard to put up a good fight.

Erica looked at the scowl on Striker’s face and felt a moment of unease.

“Kristina,” he said.

Kristina smiled. “Yeah, Babe?”

Erica relaxed when he just rolled his eyes. She would never admit to anyone that certain men in the club still scared her, even after being there for three months. She thought they always looked ready to tear someone apart. Cut their throats and walk off whistling. She knew she was being dramatic, but getting used to them would take more than a few months.

Erica reached for the joint Jana had, but she was yanked away and thrown over a broad muscular shoulder. She would have started fighting if she hadn’t caught Carver’s scent.

A gasp tore from her mouth when his hand came down on her ass several times, and it burned even through the skirt and panties she had on.

“I think our women need to wake up a bit, don’t you guys?” Feral said.

Carver turned to walk outside.

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