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“Get yourself dressed, sweetheart, it’s time we have a heart to heart talk,” he growled.
Slade walked out of the bathroom. He knew if he stayed for one more second, he’d end up scooping Nelle off the floor and carrying her to his bed, then properly fucking her.
The closer he got to Nelle, the more trouble she seemed to end up causing in his life…
Chapter Twenty-One
Touch, Touch, Bang, Bang
Nelle found herself still shaking even after getting dressed. She looked at herself in the mirror and her face screamedpost orgasm glow. It was more than that though. Her bodyached.
Never before had she had a man use his fingers that way. That fierce. That aggressive. Hitting herG-spotwith such force and perfection. Her ass and legs hurt from clenching as she came. She never came that hard, ever. She never…released like that either… That wholemyth-versus-realitything and now Nelle knew it was totally true.
Not to mention she could feel Slade’s cum stuck to her back. Yeah, he used a towel to wipe off what he could, but everyone knew that stuff clung. She needed a hot shower to properly wash away the evidence. There was no time for that. Slade wanted to have aheart to heart talk. The whole price of admission thing…
Nelle stepped out of the bathroom, able to summon something that resembled confidence. It was just her version of self-preservation, that’s all. All she knew. How she survived for as long as she did.
Look how well it turned out for Thalia and Calista, right?
When Nelle saw Slade standing with his arms folded, a bottle of whiskey dangling between two fingers, she shivered and blushed.
Slade’s mouth… and tongue… She had already come so wonderfully hard and yet she wanted more. She wanted his cock inside her.
“No need to drink if you’re going to throw up again,” Slade said. “First thing you’re going to do is tell me exactly why you’re here. You were running that pretty mouth of yours while I ate your cunt.”
Nelle nodded. That much was true. She had never experienced a man going down on her so good that it acted like some kind of truth serum.
“My sisters are dead, Slade,” Nelle whispered. “I’m sorry it happened in this town. I didn’t know about the motorcycle club. I mean that. I never meant to pull you all into this.”
“The thing is… it’s too late for that. MyVPcould have been killed. Bullets flying at him and his girl.”
“Nova,” Nelle said. “I met her.”
“When did you meet Nova?”
“At the bar. I had coffee and then I left.”
“You escaped. You slippery thing. Beautiful and tortured and all that. Driving me fucking insane, sweetheart.”
Nelle wasn’t going to lie to herself or the situation. She and her sisters had been born and blessed with being naturally beautiful. Nelle knew that. But to hear it from Slade though. To see the look in his eyes.
“Who the fuck are you really?” Slade asked.
Nelle took a deep breath and walked toward Slade. She plucked the bottle of whiskey from his hand and took a small sip. No chugging. No vomiting.
“I’m not a bad person, Slade,” Nelle said. “But I’m far from innocent. I never asked for it. I never wanted it. My sisters andI were just born into it all. Forced to live a life we didn’t want. I was the oldest. We had no mother. She left right after…” Nelle felt her throat tighten. “Three girls and she left…”
Thalia and Calista were so tiny. So little. Not old enough to really know a thing about family. But I knew. I fucking knew! My mother sat me down and told me she was leaving. She told me she couldn’t take us with her!
Slade ripped the whiskey bottle from Nelle’s hand and placed it behind him.
He touched her face. “I’m not looking for a tear-filled interview here, sweetheart. I just need to know what I’m up against.”
“I shouldn’t be here then,” Nelle said. “I shouldn’t have come back. I just…”
“Fuck,” Slade growled. “You’re afraid, Nelle. You’re terrified. You’ve never had someone take care of you before or protect you.”
“Are you offering?” Nelle asked with a nervous laugh.
