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Dane makes a low growl in his throat. “She’s not a complication, and you refer to her like that again and I’ll knock your teeth down your fucking throat.”
Axel doesn’t flinch at this threat, despite the fact his VP is bigger and brawnier than him.
“While you were up here getting your rocks off, National turned up. They’re in the common room losing their shit at Dax. You might want to put some pants on and come down to have his back.”
“Fuck,” Dane mutters under his breath, reaching for his jeans. He pulls them up over his boxers and quickly rummages for a tee.
“I’ll be down in a second,” he tells Ax. “Shut the door.”
Axel gives me a look that I can’t figure out before he reaches out and pulls the door closed.
I quickly type on my phone, “So much for not letting anyone know. Now Axel and Lola know.”
Dane glances up from where he’s stomping his feet into his boots. “Lola won’t say shit.”
“And Axel? Why didn’t you give me time to hide?”
“Because you’re not some big dirty secret, Mackenzie. I’m not going to hide you. If people don’t like us being together, that’s their problem. I won’t apologise for taking what I want. Neither should you.”
His words do make my stomach flip-flop, but there’s also the reality of this. People are going to be hurt by our actions. It puts both our clubs in a difficult position.
“What if National tells you that you have to back off, that you have to ship us back to Kingsley?”
He twitches. “They can get fucked. I’m not sending you or any of those women back into danger.”
“They’re your National Chapter, Dane. You might not have a choice.”
He stands, snagging his kutte off the back of the chair at the side of the bed and shrugging into it.
“There’s always a choice.” Fully dressed, he moves over to the bed, putting a knee to the mattress and takes my mouth. “I’d say wait here, but these things can take a while. Come to me tonight?”
The answer I should give is no. Axel saw us, Lola saw us—things are getting out of hand, but I find myself nodding. I want to come back. I want to be in his bed.
“Help yourself to whatever you need. I’ll see you later, baby.”
He pushes up from the bed and with what looks like immense reluctance, heads for the door.
As soon as he disappears through the door, I climb out of the bed and quickly jump in his shower. It’s nice to be able to clean myself without wondering if someone else is waiting to use the communal shower near our room, so I take my time washing my hair.
When I’m done, I get out of the shower, wrapping one of the towels on the rail around my body and head back into the room. I dress in what I was wearing last night, not sure it’s a good idea to go parading around in Dane’s clothes, even if they’re clean.
I open the door and step into the hallway. With hindsight, I should have checked to see if it was clear, but I just assumed the corridor would be empty. It’s not.
A voice mutters, “So, the Saxons’ Princess hooked herself a Devils’ Prince.”
I jolt and spin to see Lola standing in the doorway of one the rooms across the hall. It looks as if she just came out of one of the rooms herself, and I find myself wondering who she was hooking up with. I haven’t met all the brothers officially, but I know most of them by sight now, so I’d hazard a guess it was Mouse, Ace or maybe even the club’s resident doctor, Leech.
Lola is a redhead, but her roots suggest she’s naturally a brunette. She’s tiny and delicate, but there’s a belly full of sass she can’t hide. The Saxons don’t have bunnies, so I feel a little out of my depth. There are regular hangarounds who come to the clubhouse during parties, but they’re not part of the furniture like these girls seem to be.
I pull my phone out, unsure what the heck I’m going to type to her to stop this gossip train in its tracks. Too many people know there’s something going on between me and Dane and I’d like my brothers to hear it from me first. They deserve that much respect.
And they will hear it, because I’m completely sure I can’t give Dane up. Not now. Not after I’ve tasted him, not now after I’ve had him. There’s an inexorable pull between us that I can’t deny, that I don’t want to deny. I want Dane. There’s no question of that, but whether I can have him without heartache is another matter.
“Something going on with you and Dane?” she asks before I can type.
My brows draw together. How the heck do I make a gesture for this is none of your bloody business?
She doesn’t give me time to answer anyway. Instead, she says, “Good luck with him. He’s a wild one. He’s been through us all over the years.”
