I finish getting Dom free and wrap my hand around his shaft. I squeeze and stroke him, precum dripping down my fingers. I stretch, flatten my tongue, and lick it off my fingers. That makes Dom grin, and he roughly grabs my hair and pulls my head back right before he thrusts his cock into my mouth.
Dom absolutely knows what I like…
Chapter 4
Thomas
I watched as Gabby slipped away, heading in the direction of the garage. I didn’t follow her immediately. Honestly, I was going to leave. I really hate being around crowds. Still, the lure of alone time with Gabby has me following her. I’m hoping talking with her might get our relationship back on track. We’ve been growing apart. The distance between us is frustrating. We were really close—even fooling around here and there. We never took it all the way, but we have gotten each other off, and we kissed a lot… It was good. I felt like we were happy. I was okay with going slow. Gabby is innocent. She told me she had never been with another man. There’s no way I’m going to rush her. Still, I didn’t have a doubt about the direction we were headed.
I think maybe Dom saw that because that’s when he began flirting more openly with Gabby and watching her closely. She started pulling away from me after that. Lately, it seems the distance just keeps growing. Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve had a taste of her I’m starting to forget.
Tomorrow, I’m having it out with my brother. I get he has feelings for Gabby. She’s beautiful and sweet. She attracts men like candy. But he needs to see that Gabby and I have a deeper connection. It’s not in my head. Gabby has even told me that.
What she hasn’t said is that there’s a chance for us, but I know that’s because of Dom. Tomorrow, somehow, I will get him to listen to me. He’s got to back off. I’ll just be honest with him. Dom will understand. Hell, he’s admitted that he doesn’t want to be tied to a woman like our dad is. He doesn’t want to depend on anyone. That’s not me. That’s all I’ve wanted—to have someone I felt safe enough to let my guard down. I know in my heart, that if she gives us a chance, Gabby and I can make it work.
As I walk slowly down the path that leads to the garage, I find myself smiling as I recall the dance I shared with Gabby. Her body relaxed against mine, and I held her close, soaking in her body heat, breathing her scent into my lungs. I want more of that.
That’s another thing different between Dom and me. I want more than the club. I want a home. I love the Savage Brothers—or I used to. Living in Dad and Dom’s shadow is quickly sucking the fun out of it for me, though. There’s not a place for me—nowhere I can stretch my wings and make one either. I’m there because I’m the president’s son. In the eyes of most of them, I’m the son who’s not whole.
That pisses me off more than anything. I have a problem with speech. That doesn’t mean I’m stupid or lacking anything. Some assholes just don’t realize that. Instead of getting the chance to prove myself and make them eat their words, Dom usually steps in—big brother to the rescue.
I hate that I let him do it, but I do. Mostly, I let it happen because it’s just easier to do it rather than fight to make him see I’m a grown ass man that can handle my business. Sometimes I just want to pack up and leave Kentucky in my rearview mirror—make my own mark somewhere. That’s one of the main reasons I’m thinking more and more about walking away from the Savage Brothers.
I’m always in my father or brother’s shadow. I love being a member of the club, but I want to be an equal, and I don’t feel that I am. I’m not sure it’s possible. One day, Dom will take it over, and when he does, he’ll never see me as his equal. Hell, he’ll choose Breaker over me for his second.
I could fight anyone but my family. I’m in a fucking box with them, and… I’m damn tired of fighting to be seen for who I really am.
Immediately, my thoughts turn to Gabby. As a biker princess for Skull’s club, she’s steeped in this world, but she doesn’t let it consume her. Sometimes I get the feeling she hates it. I’ve been in love with her since I was a kid. She’s beautiful with flowing blonde hair that reminds me of my mom’s. She’s sweet like her, too—always goes out of her way to help others when I’m with her. Hell, she even volunteers down at the nursing home every other weekend. She told me it made her feel good to help the residents who don’t have anyone else.