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  “Ride safe,” I repeat and gesture for Torch to follow me out. He takes a pull from his beer and catches up to me with a few easy strides.

  “How’d it go?”

  With a shrug, I let him know. “Ares said that Viking should be back in a few days,” then mutter, “fingers fucking crossed anyhow.”

  “Good.”

  We climb on our motorcycles and I’m about to crank the engine when the club door flies open. With her chest heaving and fire in her gaze, the black-haired hellion of a woman yells, “I’ll be seeing you again, Odin. That I promise! We need to finish this.”

  We are finished. If Mercy needs one last fuck to move on, well, I could be down for that. Anything more than a quick fuck though and it’s not happening, ever. “We are finished, Mercy May. Move the hell on already. Get married. And for fuck’s sake forget about my ass.”

  “Never!” she shouts, and my engine drowns her out as I take off. Torch follows suit and then she’s just a memory fading away, left outside at someone else’s club. I’m already thinking all about Cherry and that delicious chocolate cake that I know she’s making me.

  I find Cherry bent over, ass up in the air at the corner of my bed, tucking the sheet neatly underneath. She’s been busy since I left a few hours ago and being here to witness her taking care of my shit is a huge fucking turn on. I swear if I ever walk in and catch her dusting shit while naked, I’ll most likely come in my goddamn pants. I’ll never let her in on that little fantasy, but fuck me, it’s true.

  She’s got headphones in her ears, her perfect round ass swaying back and forth to the beat as I step into the room so she doesn’t even realize that I’m in here. The things I enjoy doing to that pert, juicy ass is enough to make even a stripper blush. Tossing my leather riding gloves onto the dresser, I step right up behind her and reach out, fisting her silky hair. My grip wrenches her head back, her eyes opening wide with surprise when they land on me. Pulling her backward, I yank the ear phones free and lead her out of my room and into the kitchen, hand still tightly clutching her long ass hair.

  “I wasn’t expecting you just yet,” she admits breathily, taking rushed steps to keep pace. If she slows down, I’ll run into her and quite possibly take her pussy right here in the hallway.

  “Oh yeah? Well, seeing that sweet ass of yours bent over my bed when I walked into the room was one hell of a treat. Had me thinking I should just tie you up right there. Maybe I still will.” I shrug, thinking of her flawless skin wrapped in rope. “Now, tell me sweet, sweet Cherry, did you do what I asked?”

  “Yes,” she replies, a bit more flustered than before, growing more and more turned on with my words.

  “Mmm, I love it when a bitch listens to my orders,” I murmur. “So damn sexy, knowing you always wish to please me.”

  “Yes, always, Odin.”

  We stop in front of the fridge and I lean in to whisper and order next to her ear, my breath floating over her pale lobe, “Open it.”

  She does and sure enough there’s the big chocolaty deliciousness that’s become my favorite dessert over the years. “Now be a good girl and take the cake out, I want to set it on the counter.”

  Moving my body with hers, my grip never falters, relishing in her giving over this much control. Her head has to be getting sore, but she says nothing, never complaining about the shit I put her body through for my own pleasure. That’s just Cherry though, never bitching about anything. She’s strong and uninhibited. She loves to please me, and fuck it’s satisfying. She sets the cake on the counter as I’d told her to and lifts the lid off. Next, she pulls the drawer out in front of her, taking the serving knife and a fork out. Then she proceeds to grab a paper plate from the counter and serves me up an enormous sized, moist slice of fluffy cake. I swear this is the shit that brings men to their knees, desserts so rich that they make your mouth salivate in expectation.

  Once she’s all finished and stands still, quiet and at my service, I release her soft tresses. My hands fall to her hips, lifting her easily until she’s lying across the counter. Her eye’s meet mine, unsure of what I’ll command of her next. “Odin?”

  “You’ve been so good to me, beautiful,” I rumble, yanking down her pants. Tossing the fabric behind me, I gaze at her warm, wet pussy. “You deserve a reward now, a delicious, sweet reward.” I don’t eat pussy much. I’m too used to being spoiled by the many women I’ve fucked in the past that it’s not something I’ve had to concentrate toward. With Cherry though, I’ve fucked her off and on for so many years, more so in the last year that when she does something like this, she’s damn sure earned having my tongue lap at her soaked, pink folds.

  “Oh God,” she mewls as I turn her thighs toward me and place the backs of her knees over my shoulders. She knows what’s about to happen and Cherry comes so fucking hard when I go at her pussy like a man starved. She loves it.

  “I’m hungry, so fucking hungry, beautiful,” I murmur, eyes planted on her glistening opening, licking my lips as my fingers reach for the slice of cake. Grabbing a handful of the thick, gooey chocolate treat, I plant my palm over her hole, rubbing the cake up and down, coating the fluffy texture all over her pussy.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes!” she chants, ending with a loud moan as my mouth contacts her core. I suck, nibble and bite at her clit as I eat and lick the cake off her. The frosting’s dense enough that I must lap and suck her lips again and again to get them clean. There’s no way she was prepared for the assault my tongue unleashed on her sensitive flesh.

  “Mmm, my favorite flavor of pussy; it’s so damn sweet.” My voice leaves me with a growl, making her moan and grip the back of my head even more. The woman is already close, I know it.

  Cherry shoves my face into her cunt harder and I move to eat the remaining cake from her opening. Her juices along with the dense cake coat my tongue as I lick her savagely. She explodes and comes hard all over my mouth. Like the greedy bastard that I am, I keep eating her out until she comes on my tongue a second time, begging and pleading for me to stop, but then whimpering because it felt so good at the same time.

  I may stop having my way with my mouth, but my cock’s not finished. I’ve barely just begun, which she soon finds out as I pull her hips to the edge of the counter ready to fuck. Freeing my steel-like cock, I line myself up at her entrance. One hand goes to her neck, gripping her in front of me, the other locks onto her hip as I sheath myself into her fully on one powerful, long thrust. My cock sinks into her wetness with a familiarity that has my toes in my boots curling with rapture. “So fucking good!” With a pleased groan, I lay my forehead against Cherry’s as I watch every single expression she shares. Watching her gain pleasure is the biggest thrill that gets me off. I don’t know what it is about watching her in pleasure that makes me give in, but every time it’s like a switch in my nuts that gets flipped and I spill my cum.

  Her irises are glazed over with pleasure from the tongue lashing and orgasms I just handed out, her cheeks and chest rosy as she pants, out of breath. Jerking my hips, she takes each hard thrust I offer, looking so damn stunning in my grip. Leaning forward, she plants her lips to mine, her tongue seeking entry. I give in, even though she’s breaking the rules right now. We don’t kiss. Ever. It was made clear from the very beginning. Yet she chooses now when I’m lost in her pussy to kiss me for the first time.

  Mercy was the only other woman I’ve ever kissed since I lost my virginity to a nameless, faceless whore and I got slapped for kissing her. I only kissed Mercy May because she was my actual girlfriend, official title and all.

  For some reason I don’t move to stop Cherry, because her lips glued to mine, tongue tangled with my own is like a fiery all-consuming blaze igniting in my veins. Her tongue entwining with mine has the cum rushing to the tip of my cock, ready to burst free. I try so damn hard to hold off, pounding into her pussy with punishing force, bruising her thighs with my roughness. However, after a few intense moments, I can no longer hold myself back from giving in
.

  The orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in the past. My cum doesn’t shoot out, it fucking erupts like an exploding volcano, pumping load after thick, hot load into her soaked core. My desire-filled roar breaks our lip lock away from each other as my cock drenches her pussy walls with my seed. I’ve never come so goddamn hard in my fucking life and it leaves me muddled, my head foggy with dizzying emotions. I’m sated and feel like I should be the one worshipping Cherry from now on, not the opposite, but that can’t be right.

  She’s just a club whore...yet, she fucking kissed me and I came.

  Sitting here with my ass planted on the counter, I don’t move as the cum, from the man of my dreams, drips from my still pulsing core. He literally just rocked my freaking world and stole what little piece of my heart that I hadn’t yet relinquished over to him. I know better, too, but I’m obviously a fool. You don’t kiss the brothers and you damn sure don’t fall in love with any of them. Not only that, but Odin is the VP for crying out loud and I’m fifteen years older than him!

  My lips remain glued shut as I witness his mask slide firmly into place. I can’t help but wonder if he’ll kick me out now for kissing him. It wasn’t like I’d planned on doing it though; I was lost to him and buried in the moment. He utterly consumes me when he gets like this and today was much more intense than the usual between the two of us. I don’t know what’s changed with him, or when it did, but today wasn’t like any of the times we’ve been together before. It didn’t feel like I was fucking him for his pleasure, his satisfaction...it felt like he was fucking me for mine.

  Odin tugs his pants back up over his hips, zipping but not buttoning them and I can’t help but wait on bated breath as he hides that amazing V and huge cock. Not daring to move a muscle, I watch for his reaction. I know it’s coming, just not the type of reaction I should be expecting. His beautiful cerulean irises glance over me from top to bottom once more before he finally swallows, catching his breath and mutters a concerned, “You good?”

  I nod, fearful to actually speak aloud and hear him tell me to get the hell out of his sight. For me to have to leave the club that’s become my home over the years and to forget the loyalty that I’ve so freely offered to its members. For him to stomp on my heart that I’ve unknowingly given him, my sacrifice made in silence and secret to the man before me.

  The towering male exhales deeply, clenching his eyes and fists closed for a brief but noticeable moment before finally rasping, “Then you should get yourself cleaned up.” With the suggestion issued, Odin turns on his heel. He leaves me in the kitchen surrounded by silence and bits of chocolate cake strewn about everywhere.

  A choked, surprised laugh escapes as I hop down from the counter. Grabbing my pants, I pull them back on, up and over my sticky thighs. That reaction coming from Odin was the absolute last thing I’d expected him to do. He actually seemed a bit shell-shocked if anything over what just happened. And for him to just up and leave the room, without even mentioning anything about it? So unlike the man I’ve come to know over the years. Odin’s never been one to hold back about anything, he quickly lets you know what he does and doesn’t like without reservation, so what the fuck does his silence mean?

  All I know is that I’m going to clean up this mess and not breathe even a word about what happened. I don’t want to open my mouth and then have Odin decide to kick me out after all. I couldn’t imagine my life in the slightest without this club or the in it. Sure, I’ve slept with my fair share of them, but the members who have ol’ ladies, along with Chaos, have become close enough to what I’d imagine a real brother is like having. I don’t want to lose my family because I couldn’t control who my heart wanted. I don’t expect Odin to ever love me in return. I’d be fooling myself if I ever deluded my mind with such thoughts. If I have to try and pretend better around him that my heart doesn’t actually belong to him, then I’ll find a way. I have to.

  For living in the same clubhouse, it’s pretty hard to miss seeing someone altogether. Yet, somehow Odin has found a way to avoid me completely for two days. I even broke down and went to his room last night at three a.m. when I couldn’t make myself fall asleep, but he wasn’t in bed. The only thing I can think of is that he’s been staying over at Viking and Princess’s house. Well, unless he went and found another woman and has been warming her bed. Not that I have any right whatsoever to complain or say something about it if he actually is with someone else.

  He’s free to be with whomever he wants, whether I like it or not. We’re not a couple and he’s never put any sort of claim on me or given me the impression he would. He’s also never once stopped me from having sex with the other brothers. I just couldn’t stop myself from worrying and thinking over and over that I had messed up and how he’s probably angry with me. I’ll suck his cock a million damn times if that’s what it takes for him to forget about what happened and forgive me for my slip, even if I chose to remember it forever.

  Wandering around the compound, I come across Chaos in the bar. He’s amongst a few crates of moonshine, dusting and handing the full bottles to Blaze for stocking. Chaos found this old ranch out in Alabama that has the absolute best moonshine around. The liquor and helping with the sales of it has sort of blossomed into his baby. His daughter even ended up marrying one of the brothers from that ranch. He goes on random rides to pick up as many bottles as he can, treating the bottles like a proud poppa. He does whatever he can to support his daughter and her in-laws. They’re the moonshine brewers themselves and I must agree with him, the liquor is delicious.

  My gaze is cast around the room, taking in the shiny dark oak bar top along with the various tables, chairs, bright green felted pool tables and black leather couches. This room is by far the biggest in the entire club. We’ve gathered in here too many nights to count and have been through many celebrations here. It may be just a bar to some, but to us it’s more like a living room where we spend time together.

  Hearing Odin’s deep rumble of a voice, my stare darts over to the far corner, seeking him out and discover his massive frame. He and some other brothers stand around three men I’ve never seen before; I’m drawn to his side like glue.

  “Hey there, sweetheart.” Chaos pauses in his task to pull me to his body, warming me with a hug. I sidle up to his side, wrapping my arm around his back and tuck my hand into his back pocket. This way he’s free to move his hands, but I’m still close. We’ve done this for a long time, so no one even blinks at it. Especially Odin. He knows Chaos and I are best friends and nothing more.

  “Hey you two, I see you’re keeping everyone happy.” I gesture to the bottles with a nod of my head.

  He and Blaze both grins. “Gotta do the hard work around here,” Chaos says and Blaze chuckles. “What are you up to today? We have a break in that cool air, you could go for a run if you wanted.”

  I shrug, feeling too lazy to run today. “Not much, I got all prettied up since it’s Friday evening. I figured you guys would be getting all loud and rowdy tonight.”

  Blaze snorts. “Us, rowdy? When does that ever happen? I’m an angel, remember?”

  “Oh, right, my bad. I must’ve dreamed all that from last Saturday night. You weren’t actually the drunk one on the bar in your underwear then, offering to show off the ‘biggest dick in history;’ according to you.”

  Chaos laughs loudly and Blaze’s cheeks actually grow a bit warm. It’s funny but cute at the same time.

  “What happens at the clubhouse stays at the clubhouse,” he mutters dejectedly, suddenly seeming a little too busy with the bottles in front of him to discuss this further.

  The thing with Blaze, though, is he’s a funny drunk. The man has jokes and sarcasm to go on for days, so drinking with him is never boring. Especially when he decides to peel nearly all of his clothes off, having his washboard abs on full display and dance on the bar. I thought women were only the ones who did stuff like that, but apparently not. Blaze loves to see his friends and family laugh and I
don’t mind in the slightest with abs like that to drool over.

  Odin’s deep timbre tugs at my core when I hear his rumble again. I can’t help but to flick a look back at the men standing around in the corner over Chao’s shoulder. If Chaos were standing to his full height rather than perching his ass to lean against the stool, there’d be no way I could pull that off. Since he’s chilling at the bar, I can step on the foot rest to see over his large frame. One of the guys I’d never met before meets my gaze, amusement swirling in his irises. My breath catches for a moment as I take in his raw magnificence. He’s got that I’m-a-pretty-boy-but-I’ll-break-your-fucking-face look about him. Those are always the most dangerous types, kind of like Odin. He’s so damn manly and handsome—a rugged alpha male, but one look at him and you also know that you won’t want to be on his bad side.

  Chaos taps my side and I quickly step down to stop my nosey staring. “We’ve got some guys wanting to prospect.” He answers my unspoken question. It’s club business, so I’m not allowed to ask no matter how curious I may be.

  “Oh wow, it’s been a while since the brother has let anyone new come in to join.”

  Both of the men nod and Blaze takes a drink of his bottled water. Chaos keeps filling me in. “Yep, well, since Mercenary transferred. It’s overdue though. You and Honey will have to give them a warm welcome. Show them some of the perks of being patched members and always around such beautiful women all the time.”

  A smile graces my lips; he’s always saying sweet things, even though Honey isn’t very pretty on the inside. I wish all men were so open in giving out compliments. “What’re their names?” My head tilts and I perch on my tippy toes as I attempt to get another look toward the back corner. At a glance, I swear two of them look similar...maybe brothers? I wish I could see the third guy, too, especially before they notice me.