“Guess it’s a good thing I got here when I did then, fucker. Now both of you assholes leave the goddamn room, so I can tend to Shasta.”
Snyder and Clash shared a look, but left the cabin without saying another word.
“Baby, we need to get you back to the clubhouse. I thought you’d be safer here, but I was wrong. Come on, let’s get you dressed.”
He started to pull me to my feet, but I clutched him with the strength of twenty women. I needed his arms around me—that protectiveness I felt whenever I was in his arms.
“Please,” I begged. “Just hold me.”
My head was heading back to that place it was in when Sabbath shot Leppard, memories drowning me in a sea of my own sorrow and guilt.
Adam’s lips pressed against my own, and he held me so tightly I could barely breathe, but it felt good to be suffocated. It was the closest we had been in a long ass time.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you home.”
“Adam, are you mad at me?” The guilt was rising again, realizing he was sitting me on the same bed I had fucked two of his subordinates on just days prior.
“No, baby, I could never be mad at you. You had no control over what happened. I’m just sorry I couldn’t get here any sooner.”
He didn’t know. How could he not know?
The guilt was written all over my face, but it was like he was oblivious to it, too consumed by his own demons to see the fresh ones I had made.
“I love you, Adam,” I whispered as my fingers toyed with the hair covering his eyes.
His smile warmed my heart, his kiss melting me in ways I thought weren’t possible anymore.
This was the man who I belonged to. It’s why my heart was so connected to his. Adam and I had been through hell and back, and even though I despised the Sabbath side of him with all of my soul; it was the Adam that was still hidden deep within that had me not wanting to let go.
“I know, Shasta. I love you too.”
Then my man scooped me into his arms, carting me away from the disastrous mess I had made of everything.
He could never find out.
And I vowed right then and there that I would never fuck another man ever again.
Chapter Six
Clash
Nothing feels more like a slap in the dick than a woman turning her back on you after fucking her. But that’s exactly what Shasta did the second we were back in the clubhouse. The woman was deliberately going out of her way to avoid me, and as much as I hated to admit it, Snyder too.
Damn, now that I had fucked her, my dick ached for her. But blackmailing her into fucking me again wasn’t going to be as easy anymore. Not when Sabbath had the leash pulled tight and barely let her out of his sight.
Every time I walked by his room and heard the two fucking, my blood boiled. I was strangely possessive over her, even though I had no claim.
I should be happy that she found comfort in Sabbath’s arms, but I wasn’t. I wanted her… I wanted her so bad that I was trying to erase her memory by fucking other women.
That shit didn’t work either.
I was stretched out in bed, my mind wandering back to those doe-ish brown eyes I couldn’t erase. Bianca was wrapped possessively around me. I was notorious for messing with the girl’s head. She was my favorite go-to girl, but she couldn’t fulfill me like the fire Shasta lit in my veins. Maybe it was because she was totally off limits, or maybe it was because she tested me at every turn, but I couldn’t get Shasta out of my head and my cock yearned for her.
Very carefully, I unwrapped Bianca’s arms and slid out of bed, walking down the hall toward the common room.
I found Snyder sitting at one of the tables drinking a beer.
“Couldn’t sleep either?”