When I recognize the face watching from the window, I can’t help but throb in Kitty’s mouth. Her moans vibrate through me, but it’s those silver eyes staring down at me that have me nearing my release.
The heat of the mouth what’s swallowing my cock, and the wide-eyed glare from the woman who hates me, has my spine tingling. A satisfied smirk curls my lips because she can see what’s going on down here. She can see the dark brown head bobbing back and forth in my crotch. My fingers tangle in the silky locks, and I wish with all I am that it was the scarlet waves of the woman upstairs.
Her name is perfection.
So is her smile.
And her body, that’s purely sinful.
And I want her, I want her so bad it hurts.
At the window, Scarlett moves her hands over her chest, to her neck, and her finger slips between her plump pink lips, my cock jolts and my balls draw up as my release hits me like a fucking tidal wave knocking the breath from me.
I watch her slowly suck her finger before I empty jet after jet of hot seed down Kitty’s throat. The moment I slip from the warm mouth that’s swallowed every drop of cum, Scarlett disappears from the window, breaking the connection, leaving me empty and torn.
“Want me to spend the night?” Kitty asks, bringing my attention back to her instead of the fucking window. Her wide brown eyes shimmer with the promise of more where that came from, but I’m not into it and when she notices my expression, her smile falls. “You’re a bastard,” she bites out in anger before I have time to respond.
“I’m sure you can find someone to keep you company,” I tell her before zipping my jeans and leaving her standing in the dim lighting of the garage. A decision is made. I’m going to have to get away from Scarlett. She’s not good for me, and once her father’s money clears in the offshore account, I’ll give her back to Lycan.
Inside the house, I grab a beer and swallow it down until there’s nothing left in the bottle. I can feel Howler’s stare on me, and when I lock my gaze on his, there are questions dancing in his eyes.
“What?” I ask, sitting beside him on one of the bar stools.
He shakes his head. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve said the girl upstairs has your head fucked.” He lifts his drink to his lips as he regards me. But he says nothing more. I don’t respond. I don’t need to. He knows he’s right, and if I said anything to dissuade him, he’ll know I’m lying.
I don’t lie to my brothers.
Turning to the prospect who’s serving our drinks, I order another one before saying, “I think we need to find this Lorenzo fucker. I don’t like the fact that he’s dealing girls in our territory.”
“Maybe it’s time to go to Lycan, his team have—”
“Are you sure you want to go down that road?” I ask, meeting his gaze. “Because if they agree to help us, there’ll be a lot more shit we need to answer for.”
“Lycan’s men are good. I can track shit, hack into machines, but they have men on the ground. We don’t have those kinds of resources, Darius.” Fuck, he’s right. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t think it was a good idea.”
I chuckle. “You say a lot of shit that isn’t a good idea,” I taunt.
“Fuck you,” my best friend throws back and we both laugh.
Sipping my drink, I turn my attention to the men, to my men. They’re good. They would do anything for me, for the club, but Howler is right, we need to get help. More men. “Any word on how he’s doing?” I ask. I don’t have to say his name because Howler knows who I’m talking about.
“Looks good, he’ll recover. You didn’t hit anything major.”
I nod, thankful. I wanted to hurt my brother. But when I pulled the trigger, there was a part of me that knew I couldn’t kill him. Not yet anyway.
He now knows Grace wants him dead. I let that little secret slip when I stood at the altar. She didn’t look all too happy with me, and I’m waiting for her backlash because knowing how that bitch works, she’ll be coming after me.
“I want us to get to Grace before she walks in here with my name on a bullet.” I glance at Howler, and he nods. We both know it’s going to be a job to take her down. Mainly because it’s Scarlett’s grandmother, and it will hurt her, but she has to understand we have no choice. The woman is an evil bitch. But also, she has connections—police, politicians, even the fucking CIA is in her pocket, so we need to be very careful how we do this.