Chapter One
Shasta
“Well, now… isn’t this fucking interesting.”
My heart spun like a pinwheel in the middle of a hurricane. A mixture of fear and adrenaline pumped through my veins instead of the blood that should’ve been there. That blood drained out of me the second I heard him chamber a bullet in his gun, and it was fear that filled the vacant spaces in between.
I felt Snyder’s arm tighten around me, shielding me from his view, but there he was, standing in the middle of the doorway, wearing the smuggest smile I’d ever seen on his face.
Snyder’s eyes narrowed at him. “Clash! What the fuck are you doing?”
Clash scrubbed at his chin; his short dark hair matched the neatly trimmed beard on his face. The SGT at Arms for the Lewd Outlaws MC was quite the looker, and although he was known for playing around, he was quite serious when it came to his club.
“I think it should be me asking that question, Snyder. What the fuck do you think you’re doing with the Prez’s Ol’ Lady?”
I shot Snyder a look, hoping there was someway we could get out of this without Sabbath finding out.
“I’d say it’s not what it looks like, but it really is,” Snyder exclaimed, grabbing a blanket to cover me.
Damn, I was hoping he’d try to make up some bald-faced lie. Not that there is anything more bald-faced than two people buck ass naked in a bed, covered in a sheen of sex sweat, and the room stinking of sin.Yeah,I suddenly felt exposed and extremely defenseless, so I reached for the blanket Snyder was trying to cover me with.
“Don’t,” Clash warned.
“Don’t what?” Snyder fired back.
“Don’t cover her up. I want to look at those pretty little tits for a few minutes longer.”
I shot Snyder a wary look, wondering where this was going.
“The fuck I’m not. Don’t you dare look at her like that,” Snyder growled, covering me with his naked body.
“I’ll look at her any way I damn well please because Sabbath’s on his way here,” Clash clarified, throwing me a flirty wink.
If I wasn’t so freaked out right now, that little wink may have actually done more than make me angry.
“Both of you stand up,” Clash ordered, pointing his gun at Snyder.
“I think you’ve forgotten who you’re talking to,” Snyder fought back.
That smug smile was forming on Clash’s face again, and I was starting to realize he enjoyed being an asshole.
“Oh no, I know perfectly well who I’m talking to, Snyder. It’s you who should be put in their place. You may be my VP, but you just broke one of the club’s rules by skating around with Sabbath’s Ol’ Lady. She’s off limits, and has been since she got here.”
Now it was Snyder who looked cocky and unaffected by the situation. He crossed his arms, his dick no longer showing off the impressive hardness it had a few minutes ago when he was fucking me brain dead.
“We both know that rule has clauses. One I took full advantage of.”
Clash shook his head in disbelief as his gaze traveled from Snyder’s menacing glare, straight to the patch of hair covering my pussy.
I suddenly felt very vulnerable. Clash was staring at me with the same ravenous hunger Snyder had before we gave into our temptations. That hunger was in Clash’s eyes, his heated gaze searing my skin to epic proportions.
“Well, those clauses work for us all. Or did you forget, Snydie?”
“I didn’t forget, but that doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here and cash it in, either.”
“But it does, Snyder. Because you see, I’m the one holding a gun while the two of you stand here completely naked, dripping in the literal after shit of plot complications.” He grinned. “Imagine how long you two could’ve gotten away with this if I hadn’t shown up. Imagine how much sex you could’ve had before I got here. I threw a major wrench in your plans, and now we’re standing here in a rather awkward situation.”
“The only thing awkward here is you staring at her tits like a wolf in heat.” Snyder was pissed. You could tell that he was thinking of all the ways he could kill Clash. But I think he was missing one very big factor in this situation. Clash was turned on right now.