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Moving to the nearest fridge, I pull it open and search the shelves for something to drink. There’s some beers, a few alcohopop type drinks, water, soda and something that looks suspiciously like home brew. I grab two bottles of water and shut the door.
“Thirsty?”
My heartbeat jumps in my chest as I spin to see Dane standing in the doorway. I put a hand to my chest, as though that can stop it from pounding out from under my ribs.
“Sorry, darlin’, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
I’m holding my phone in my hand, always having it on hand in case I need to communicate. I put the bottles on the counter, so I can quickly open the text-to-speak app.
“You scared me half to death, arse.”
He snorts. “I like your fire, little one. It gets me all riled up.”
I watch as Dane moves into the kitchen further, shrinking the space. When he steps to me, his hands span my waist and I forget to breathe. I peer up into his handsome face and feel myself internally swoon.
“I like having you here, in my domain, too. It feels… right.”
I nod. I like it as well.
“Your club decided to help,” I type into the text-to-speak app. It rattles off the words mechanically.
“National will throw a shit fit, but we couldn’t stand by and do nothing. Dax isn’t that kind of man. Besides, I want you safe.”
My stomach dips. “You did this for me?” I bring my eyes from the phone back up to his face.
“I told you—I want you safe—and you’re not safer anywhere than under my nose.” He brushes a piece of hair that’s come loose from my ponytail behind my ear. “I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you, baby.”
I shake my head, telling him it won’t, that I’ll be fine. I’m not even on Dylan’s and the Reapers’ radars, but this doesn’t seem to assure him.
So, I roll to my toes and press my mouth to his cheek. It’s meant to be a reassuring kiss, but he turns his head, so my lips meet his. Then he kisses me like I’m his reason for breathing. I let him take me, let him taste me.
He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his hips, my arms locking around his neck as he gives me everything I need and more. The ache between my legs grows, and I want more of him, but I’m not sure here is the place to receive it.
I ignore Slade’s voice in the back of my head, telling me this is a bad idea, warning me about going there with a member of a different club. I ignore everything but the feel of Dane’s hands on my bum, lifting me.
He slides me onto the counter and parts my thighs so he can step between them.
“I want you.”
I want to tell him to have me then, but all I can do is nod.
He slips his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and I lift my bottom, so he can slide them down my legs. I feel all kinds of wrong, sitting on a kitchen counter in a clubhouse that isn’t mine with my pussy on display, but I don’t care that someone could walk in and find us. I don’t care about anything but the man standing in front of me. And what a man he is.
He reclaims my mouth and as he does I feel his fingers slip through my wetness. Two push inside me as I widen my thighs to give him better access. He slides them in and out of my pussy, setting a vigorous rhythm that has me squirming under his touch. I need more. I want more. He delivers.
He pushes deeper inside me, as far as he can, and I feel a slither of pleasure roll through me as his thumb rubs over my clit. I’m going to come, I can feel it building. I want to come. I’m aching deliciously to go over that edge.
My little pants are the only sound in the silence of the kitchen besides the sound of our kissing.
When he pulls his fingers away, disappointment floods me, until he reaches for the belt of his jeans.
He’s going to take me, here, in the kitchen.
Excitement rolls up my spine as he pulls his jeans and boxers down enough to release his cock, which is hard and thick. I want it inside me, as memories of the last time we fucked assault my brain. Like muscle memory, my pussy clenches in anticipation as he lines up with my slit.
He pushes inside me without any preamble and my back arches as he does. I let out a breath that doesn’t sound entirely sane as he pulls out and slams back into me.
I grip the edge of the counter as his hands pull my bum closer with each thrust, his fingers biting into my flesh as he pounds in and out of my aching pussy. I want him deeper, need him harder and he obliges without me having to direct him like he’s a mythical mind reader.
