“Club whore.” Alarms went off inside me. I was heading in the worst fuckin’ direction with this conversation.
“Oh. Right.” She squirmed beneath me as if wanting to get away from me. Not happening. “Like your favorite. The one you chose over and over. Why not just make her your girlfriend or old lady?” She squirmed some more—this time with more force.
Goddammit, I hated this conversation.
“Wasn’t like that with her. She’s not old lady material. None of them are. They’re just there for our sexual needs.” Why couldn’t I keep my stupid mouth shut with her? I spoke the truth. Even if I preferred Carla, I never wanted more than a quick fuck or head from her. Of course she’d wanted more, but it’d never happen.
“Wow, you use women only to satisfy your carnal desires. How charming.” Madeline rolled her eyes again. It was apparent she was disgusted with me. “Just get off me.”
What the actual fuck? Get off her?
“No.” I gyrated my hips into hers, tempting her with my hard cock. “We aren’t finished here.”
“Oh, but we are, Prince Charming. You and me, what happened last night, it was only a one-time deal.” She thrashed below me, trying to break free. I held her wrists tighter.
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby. I’m not giving you up.” I crushed my lips to hers, stirring her up with my tongue. Let her go? She was crazy. I determined when and if I’d let her go.
“Get. Off. Me.”
I ignored her—a big, fuckin’ mistake.
She bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. “The fuck, Madeline?”
“We aren’t a good match.”
“No, shit.” I licked my lip. “You didn’t have to bite me so fuckin’ hard.”
“Aw, poor baby. Does the tough biker have an owie? Well, you wouldn’t if you’d get the hell off me.”
“Stop acting like this. I know you want me as much as I want you.” I pressed my forehead to hers. She was huffing and puffing, chest rising and falling. The sight of fury in her eyes only amped up my desire for her.
“You’re so full of shit. I’m not a whore, Storm! You can’t have me, then pass me along to one of your buddies. I have standards. I believe in monogamy.”
I lurched my head back as if punched in the gut. “What did you say?”
17
Storm
Bewilderment blanketed Madeline’s face. Her mouth opened, then snapped shut.
I repeated my question in a fractured voice. “What did you say?” I felt like I was drowning, choking on my own saliva.
“Storm, I’m not the kind of woman you like. The kind you’re usually with, a kitten. Please leave.”
I clenched my jaw, counting to five before I rained down holy hell on her. “You think I don’t know the kind of woman you are? That I’d pass you off to one of my brothers? You fuckin’ believe I think of you like a whore?” My voice boomed.
The shock, or maybe it was fear in her eyes, undid me.
I let go of her wrists. Before I could lift off her, she clasped her hand behind my neck, stopping me.
“I… I was just going by what you were saying when you were talking about your kitten.”
“Fuck, Madeline. She isn’t my kitten. She belongs to the club.” Technically speaking, Carla did belong to the club. I just didn’t let my brothers touch her while I was with her. But six months ago that all changed when I released her to them. I leveled my eyes on Madeline’s. “Have I made you feel like a whore?” My stomach churned. I’d hate myself if I made her feel like one.
“No, but you said—”
“I don’t care what I said. How do I make you feel?” I’d poured myself into her last night, and she didn’t feel it?