“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice gravelly from sleep.
“Walk of shame, bro. No avoiding it.”
As soon as he closes the door behind him, I slowly extricate myself from Dragon’s hot, tattooed body. This is going to be awkward as fuck and I dread it with every fiber of my being.
“Sneaking away, Baby Prospect?”
Dragon rolls onto his back, his dick thick and erect, just begging for attention. My own cock rejoices at the sight of perfection, jerking in excitement.
Down, boy.
Dragon, with his messy bedhead and wicked half-grin, does nothing to alleviate the state of my dick. If anything, it makes my body burn to crawl over him so I can ride his dick like I’m damn near desperate to do.
“Church,” I grumble. “Get dressed. I’ll go first and distract them.”
His laughter is deep and sinister. “You ashamed of fucking me?”
“We didn’t actually fuck,” I snarl, irritation swelling faster than my cock.
He lifts a brow, smirking at me. “My tongue was in your ass, baby. Fucking. Fucking around. Whatever you want to call it, we did it. And we’re going to do more of it, too.”
Ignoring him, I throw on clothes and storm into the adjacent bathroom. When I see my reflection, I nearly beat my head against the glass.
Hickeys.
So many hickeys.
All over my neck for all to see.
I splash some water on my face in an attempt to cool the flames of humiliation. Doesn’t work. My blood runs hotter than the skin holding it in, pooling in my dick as I remember his lips all over me last night. Quickly, I brush my teeth and try to do something with my hair. By the time I finish, Dragon is dressed—thank fuck—in a pair of sweats and sauntering my way. He stops in the doorway, lifts his arms to grab onto the top of the doorframe, and leans in toward me.
Like the shameless slut I am for him, I drink in his perfect chest, my mouth watering for another taste of him.
“Move,” I choke out, stepping close enough our chests touch. “Now.”
“Even bitchier in the morning. I love it.” He grins widely and evilly. “You know that shit turns me on.”
I attempt to shove past him, but he works out like a fucking freak and has muscles for days. He’s immovable. With the quickness of a cobra, he strikes, his hand seizing my jaw with brutal strength. Then, with surprising gentleness, he tilts my head to the side. The fucker admires his handiwork all over my neck.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, sending a chill over my flesh.
He pulls away, allowing me to exit the bathroom, as if he didn’t just make me dizzy with lust. Shakily, I find a clean pair of socks and boots before slipping out of my room without any more run-ins with Dragon.
Chaos can be heard across the clubhouse in the room where we hold Church. Unlike most MC clubs, or so I’ve been told since I’m a novice, our Church is unusual. Unusual in the fact that it’s sleek, expensive, and luxurious. It’s better suited for a bunch of men from Wall Street rather than us hooligans. Still, I’m not going to complain. The chairs are comfy as shit and Bermuda even conned Koyn into letting us have a stocked refrigerator and a popcorn machine. As soon as I walk into the conference room, the entire group goes silent.
“Morning,” I grunt out, not making eye contact with my brother-in-law, Copper.
Bizzy starts laughing so hard he begins to cough. Gibson smacks him hard on the back while Katana glowers at them. I don’t miss the amused smirk on Halo’s face as I pass by him.
“Damn, BP,” Bizzy says through his laughter. “Tell your bitch I got something she can suck on. Why can’t I ever find someone to Hoover my dick? I have abs now, goddammit.”
“It’s your mouth that annoys the shit out of people,” Filter offers, shrugging. “You could look like me and bitches would still keep their distance. That laugh, for one, is annoying as fuck.”
“I second that,” Nees says, raising his hand like a schoolboy. “Work on your swagger, bro, and you can get Hoovered any day of the week. Your boy here knows all about getting his dick sucked.”
Copper smacks Nees in the head. “Coming from the kid who wet the bed until he was nine.”
That sends another wave of riotous laughter through the room. I’m just glad they’ve moved on to Bizzy and Nees. The last thing I need is for them to realize the bitch who Hoovered me isn’t a bitch at all.
More like a psychopath.
A sexy one, but still fucking insane.
“Do I need to call Stormy to get you two to stop acting like idiots?” Koyn asks, directing his question at Copper and Nees. “She’s all but begged me to let her hold Church one day.”