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I lift my shirt over my head, toss it on an empty chair, and unsnap my bra, lowering the straps. Holding the bra over my breasts, I move toward Possum’s table.
“Rogue is gonna kill me.” Possum sighs. “But what a way to go.”
I slap his arm and lay on my stomach. There’s a perfect spot on my back between my shoulder blades that I was saving for a special piece of art.
Four hours later, I’m cruising to the clubhouse with the Saints Purgatory emblem on my skin, and Property of Rogue underneath.
Time to show that man how much I love him.
Rogue
“I’m home!”
I walk out of the bathroom, towel drying my hair from the shower, and smile at Skye. She moved into the clubhouse with me shortly after we purged Jared and Waylon, and every time she walks in, she says the same thing.
“Hey, you,” I say, striding toward her. “I thought you had a shift tonight?”
She smiles slyly and shrugs. “I called in Tony to cover.”
I frown. “Is everything okay? It’s not like you to call off work.”
Skye loves Purgatory as much as any club member does. It’s become her sanctuary, and it’s like pulling teeth to get her to take a day off.
“Everything’s fine,” she assures me. “Can’t a girl just wanna spend time with her man?”
Her husky tone sends my libido into overdrive, and I toss the towel onto the floor before stripping out of my boxer briefs.
“Get naked,” I demand.
Skye laughs, the sound skating over my nerves, intensifying the desperate need flaring to life.
“What if I don’t wanna have sex?” she asks, pouting.
“Skye,” I growl.
She grins. “Okay, okay.”
It takes her no time at all to strip out of her clothes, and the moment she’s bare, I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed. I toss her onto the mattress, and she clenches her teeth and hisses.
“What?” I bark. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “No, not really. I, um…”
“Woman, spit it out.”
Skye quickly flips to her stomach, and the familiar plastic bandage catches my attention.
“Dammit, you let Possum get his hands on you again?” I growl.
She giggles. “I sure did.”
My palm connects with her ass, and she squeals with delight.
Fucking minx… that’s supposed to be punishment.
“Hands above your head,” I order as I straddle her.
“Yes, sir.”
