Except the second I get my fingers around the smooth steel of his cock, he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.
“Oh shit!”
“Mmmhmm,” he encourages. The sound vibrates against my center.
Fully interested in repaying the favor, I open my mouth and relax my jaw, slowly taking him. He groans and his hips jerk as I close my mouth around him. I pull back, careful not to choke.
His hands skate over my ass, up my back, and grab a handful of my hair, giving it a gentle tug. His other arm stays clamped over my hips, keeping me in place.
All thoughts vanish as we race to see who can pleasure the other one more.
“Ah, fuck, woman.” He rips his mouth away. “Get on my dick.”
Panting and grinning, I sit up and slide my hand up and down his slick shaft a few times. “Make up your mind. Get on my face. Get on my dick. Which is it?”
His hands clamp down on my hips, holding me in place. “Ride my dick,” he grits out. “Now.”
Careful not to disturb his injury, I brace myself with my hands on his shins, line myself up and sink down. “Oh,” I gasp.
He slaps his hand against my ass twice. “God damn your ass is fucking beautiful. Harder.”
I place my hands on the mattress, leaning forward to give him a really good show and ease myself up and down.
“Fuck.” His voice strains. “That’s good.”
Blood thunders through my ears. My nerve endings go wild. “Z, I’m—”
“I feel you. Keep coming.” He slaps my ass again, setting me off. “Ride me.”
The orgasm barrels down on me and I almost collapse.
I throw my head back and he grabs my hair, gently tugging.
“Turn. Want to see you,” he rasps. He groans when I pull myself off and again when I stand over him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I’m staring down at his injury, wondering how I’m going to make this work.
“The only pain I’m feeling is in my balls. Get down here.” He grabs at my hand and tugs.
As carefully as possible, I slide down. He grabs my hips and pulls me forward. “There you go. Perfect. Work that pussy.”
“I’m doing all the work.”
“I know. It’s fucking awesome.” He places his hand at the back of my head and pulls me down for a kiss.
His other hand presses down on my ass while he thrusts up into me. Being so tightly held, so close to him, triggers another orgasm and I scream against his mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans. His hand fists in my hair. Good god, how many hands does he have? His arms clamp down around me while his hand pulls my hair, keeping me strung tight while he comes with a roar.
“Oh my god,” I keep whispering over and over.
“Nope, just me.” He grins and bucks his hips, sending me tumbling to the side.
After reconnecting, reuniting, reassuring each other that we’re okay and well, fucking ourselves limp, Z pulls me close. Warm skin on warm skin. He runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my cheek.
“What happened?” I whisper.
“Let’s just say, he’s somewhere he’s never going to bother you or any other woman again.”
He doesn’t need to tell me more than that. I understand exactly what he means. “Good.”
“I always want you to feel safe with me.”
“I already do.” I sit up and trace his jaw with my fingers. “I don’t blame you for what happened.”
“I blame myself.”
“I can tell.”
“I should’ve known. He’s been unpredictable for weeks. But that showdown with Serena was the last straw. I shouldn’t have allowed you back at the clubhouse until he was dealt with.”
Z’s guilt churns in the air between us. I can’t let him think this is his fault. “Z, I have to tell you something.”
His stomach muscles contract as he lifts his head and quirks an eyebrow. “Why the serious tone, Siren?”
Z
What the fuck is Lilly trying to tell me? She looks so damn nervous…and guilty.
She bites her lip and looks away. “I goaded him a little.”
“Excuse me?”
“He scared me, the way he was waiting in the hallway.” Her shoulders jerk. “But I thought maybe if he hit on me or something…You said if a brother was disrespectful or hit on an old lady, he could be kicked out. I figured it would happen anyway, I might as well force it now before he really hurt you or someone else.”
None of what she’s saying makes sense. “What exactly did you do?”
“Not much, I flirted back a little.” She scowls. “But then I really got scared, so I tried to walk away. That’s when he turned violent.”
“Jesus Christ.” I spear my fingers through my hair and sit up straight. “Do you realize what could’ve happened to you if Rooster hadn’t come around that corner?”
“I know all too well, Z. That’s why I did it.”
Once my heart stops hammering, I pounce on her, knocking her back against the mattress. “You’re diabolical, woman. You know that? Dangerous too.”
She swallows hard and meets my eyes. “Teller getting shot, the way Shadow treated the girls, the way he came after me, how he kept on getting bolder in the ways he challenged you…I was scared it would escalate.”
If only she knew how much deeper Shadow’s crimes ran. Still, I don’t want to encourage her to put herself in danger.
“Too late, I realized my plan was absurd and I lost my nerve. By then, he wasn’t letting me leave.” She frowns. “If he ever planned to in the first place.”
“He knew you were my old lady. Even if you gave him the green light, he should’ve walked away. Attacking you was way over the line.”
“I knew as long as I reached you, I’d be safe. I also knew you’d make sure it never happened again.”
“Don’t ever do that again.” I lean down and kiss her. “And don’t ever, ever tell anyone what you just told me. Not Hope, not Murphy, Heidi,” I pull back and look her in the eye. “No one.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“All anyone will ever know is he attacked you. You fought him off. Rooster and Stitch saw you fighting him off. End of story. Everything that happened after has nothing to do with you.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and leans up to kiss me. “I swear I’ll never tell a soul. I’ll never speak of it again.”
I don’t doubt her.
Who else but me knows how well Lilly can keep a secret?
Chapter Thirty-Six
Z
Why can’t I stay in bed for like, oh I don’t know, another year?
Lilly stretches and pushes up against me. Her hair falls over her shoulder, exposing the deep black and blue mark ringing the side of her neck. “Motherfucker.” I want to find out where they buried Shadow’s remains so I can piss on his grave.
My leg’s throbbing like a bitch this morning. I’d rather not take the pain pills the doctor gave me, but I do take the antibiotics.
“I need to run out for a bit,” I explain to Lilly after breakfast.
“Okay. Kendall’s coming over to give the kids swim lessons.”
“Good.” I lean over and kiss her temple. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
“I won’t be gone long.”
“You gonna be good for Mommy?” I ask Chance.
“We’re swimming!” he announces, pointing toward the pool.
The good feeling from spending the morning with my family fades as soon as I arrive at the hospital.
It’s my obligation to inform Sway that the VP spot is now vacant. I’m not exactly looking forward to the conversation.
Head wound or not, he notices my stiff movements and slight limp as soon as I walk in the door.
“Too much fucking?” he asks. The nurse at his bedside scowls, which only makes Sway laugh. “Christ, I can’t wait to get out of here,” he says as soon as she leaves.
“They give you
any idea when?”
“No, but I can start physical therapy soon.”
“Good.”
“Do you mean that?”
I stare at him for a second or two. “Yeah, I mean it, Sway. I didn’t want…I never wanted this. I was perfectly content where I was.”
“Well, I appreciate everything you’re doing, Z.”
His opinion might change in a minute.
I perform my regular sweep of the room for any listening devices or cameras that might have been planted. Fuck knows the room isn’t secure. When I’m satisfied, I clear my throat and move closer to the bed.
“You planning to kiss me?” he asks.
“Don’t be a dick.” I lean in and keep my voice low. “You’re in need of a new VP.”
“Aw, fuck,” he groans. “That asshole. He talked a good game when he wanted to sell you on something, but…”
Well, at least Sway isn’t taking the news too hard.
“What happened?” he asks.
“He’s been a problem for a while. First, the bullshit with the Vipers that got Teller shot.” I pause, not sure how much Sway will care about this next part. “I had an issue with how he was treating some of the girls. Not a way men who wear our patch should behave.”
A dark look crosses his face. Brief, but I catch it.
“What?”
“Serena?”
“Yeah, why?”