But that kiss had changed things, and the thought of letting off steam with Hannah didn’t hold any attraction at all. Anyway, it seemed ridiculous to get Hannah to blow me when I could have the real thing in just a few short days.
If she lets you.
She’d let me. I’d make sure of it. And as for our friendship...it wouldn’t be an issue—not when I wasn’t planning on letting her go.
‘Not now,’ I said shortly, hoping she’d catch my drift.
She pouted and slid a hand over the front of my jeans, giving my dick a squeeze. ‘Doesn’t feel like “not now” to me.’
Because I’d been thinking of that fucking kiss, my dick was not uninterested in the thought of Hannah’s mouth wrapped around it, the traitorous fuck.
‘That’s not for you.’ I grabbed her hand and took it firmly away.
Her face fell and I thought I caught a look of genuine disappointment on it before she turned away, shrugging a shoulder.
‘Your loss.’
Abruptly I felt like a tool. Some of the brothers didn’t give a shit about club pussy. They didn’t hurt the girls, but it wasn’t like they cared either. The girls themselves knew what they were getting into when they hung around the clubhouse and slept with the brothers, but, hell, they had feelings like everyone else.
‘Hannah,’ I said, reaching out and grabbing her chin, turning her back to face me. ‘It’s not you, okay? I’m taking an old lady now, and that means I can’t be doing that any more.’
And I wouldn’t. Monogamy wasn’t celebrated in the club, but I’d never been a fan of double standards. If Cat had to be faithful to me—and I sure as hell was going to expect that—then I’d do the same for her.
A rueful expression crossed her face. ‘You’re such a fucking problem. You’re hot and a good guy, and there aren’t many with that combination around here right now.’
I didn’t know what to say, because she was wrong. I wasn’t a good guy. Good guys didn’t kill their fathers.
‘I’m sorry, Hannah,’ I said finally, and let her go.
Her eyes darkened. ‘I’m sorry, too.’
Then she turned away before I had a chance to say anything more.