“Damien, now,” I snapped, desperately needing him.
I pushed his jeans down his legs with my feet just enough to where his cock sprang free. Just like old times, when he thrust into me, his lips covered mine, swallowing the cry that left my lips as he filled me in the best fucking way possible.
His lips worked with mine as he thrust in and out so hard that I had to place my hands against the headboard to keep myself grounded in place. He gripped my right leg behind my knee and pushed it up, going in deeper. When he pulled back from my lips, and his blue eyes locked on my own, dark like a stormy ocean, I already knew he was finally going to grant me what I wanted. I never came unless he told me to. “Now,” he gruffly ordered.
His name fell from my lips as my world shattered around me, and he covered his body with mine, allowing me to wrap my arms around him as he came with me, both of our hearts beating wild.
Damien
I shotone of the club women a smile in thanks as she set a cold beer in front of me before I turned my attention back to Miles. He barked out a laugh. “Looks like you need one,” he told me, a teasing glint in his eyes.
I rolled my eyes at him. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, bro.”
Miles shook his head at me, a smirk tilting his lips. “Everyone heard Hayley screaming your name, Damien,” he told me, his smirk widening.
I just shrugged at him, Hayley catching my attention before I could respond. I watched her as she came out of the back hallway, a pair of leggings riding low on her hips and a crop top on, showing off her toned belly. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and only a pair of socks were on her feet. She tiredly rubbed her eyes as a yawn slipped from her lips. It was easy to tell that she had just woken up.
She instantly spotted me and walked across the bar room in my direction. As soon as she reached me, I wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her into me as I kissed her softly.
“Sleep well?” I gently asked her as I tucked her red hair behind her ears.
She nodded, a tiny blush covering her cheeks. I chuckled softly and placed a kiss on her jaw. “Hayley!” Linda called from down the bar, drawing Hayley’s attention to her. “Honey, I need your help serving these drinks if you don’t mind. Our charter from Montana is riding in here in a few minutes, and they’re going to be thirsty.”
Hayley sighed in aggravation but nodded her head at Linda nonetheless. I gently gripped her chin and turned her head to face me again. “Hey, baby girl, if you don’t want to serve drinks, then don’t,” I told her.
She shook her head. “Trust me, they’re going to need my help. The Montana crew is full of assholes, and the women here are too fucking sensitive for their shit.”
I clenched my jaw, but kept my mouth shut. I was trying to be better, trying to let her make her own decisions.
But if I caught one of those mother fuckers talking to my woman the wrong way, they would quickly realize the kind of monster I could become over my woman.
Miles’s eyes met mine, and I knew without him saying a word that he would drop bodies as well if anyone disrespected Hayley. He had always had a soft spot for her, and I knew he would fuck up someone over her. He had before while I was in prison.
Even when Hayley had left me, he had kept tabs on her, and he had made sure no one fucking bothered her.
Until Drake had stepped into her life again.
The clubhouse doors opened, and Hayley pressed a light kiss to my lips before she sauntered behind the bar. “Carney, good to see you, man!” Walker exclaimed as he got up from his seat at one of the tables and clapped the president of his Montana charter on the back as they hugged. “Glad you could make it in.”
“Wouldn’t miss this shit for the world, Walker; you know that.” He looked over at the bar, and I saw his eyes land on Hayley. He licked his lips. “Hey, girly, grab me a beer,” he called out to her.
Hayley grabbed a beer out of the fridge and popped the top off, sliding it across the bar to him as he stepped up to it. She began mixing a Jack and Coke for one of the other guys, not paying Carney any attention. And he hadn’t noticed my presence yet, which didn’t say much about him being a president other than he sucked at taking note of his surroundings.
Most men were wary of me.
“Bitch, this drink is fucking shit,” one of Carney’s men snapped at one of the girls as he roughly slid his glass across the counter, sending it crashing at the girl’s feet. She jumped backward with a small shriek.
“Hey, fucking watch yourself,” Hayley snapped at him, her eyes spouting fire at the asshole.
“Watch how you talk to my men, girly,” Carney warned her.
She turned her fiery gaze to him. “Or what?” she snapped. Fuck, I was getting hard watching her. “I’m not fucking afraid of you, old man, so fuck off.”
Pride swelled in my chest for my woman, but it was quickly replaced by rage when Carney reached across the bar for her. I quickly stood up and grabbed his arm tightly, making him turn his attention to me. “Touch her, and you won’t ever touch any other woman with this fucking hand again,” I snarled quietly.
His face paled. “Oh, fuck, man, sorry. I forgot to mention that Damien Parrish is here, and this is his woman, Hayley,” Walker stated as he rushed over, knowing I wouldn’t hesitate to make a mother fucker handicapped over my woman.
“I thought your ass was rotting away in a prison cell still,” Carney commented once he regained his bearings. I released his arm.