That lost vacant look returned to her eyes as she pulled away, her hand retreating from beneath my palm, laden with guilt and confliction. “But Adam did… and that’s the part I can’t let go of.”
“So, what made you jump in bed with Clash and Snyder then?”
She shrugged. “Snyder and I have this amazing chemistry and I just couldn’t help myself. After I found out about all the girls Sabbath’s been fucking behind my back, I was broken and just seeking out the affection I wasn’t getting anymore. Clash kinda forced me into it the first time. He’s really good at blackmail. But honestly, I’m just tired of the double standard. Sabbath can fuck whoever whenever, and nobody questions it, but if they found out I fucked Snyder and Clash, then I’d be cast out of the club or worse, dead.”
Frowning, I lifted her chin, making sure she could see the seriousness in my eyes.
“I’d never let that happen, Shasta. I promise, as long as I’m breathing, no man will ever harm you.”
Our gazes locked in this weird way, and my heart sped up when she licked her bottom lip and sucked it in for a sexy little nibble.
“Thanks,” she breathed out, and it was almost like I could feel her heart hammering inside her chest, just banging and thumping against her rib cage, begging to be caressed and cherished.
Her head careened into my palm as I stroked her cheek. She was so goddamn beautiful.Fuck. I’m losing this battle fast.
Next thing I knew, I was crawling on top of her, my lips covering hers until I felt her tongue dart out and steal a little taste. That was all the invitation I needed.
Something about Shasta Hall made me want to throw every moral I had out the window. I didn’t give two fucks if Sabbath found out that I stole a little kiss from her, if she let me, I’d steal so much more.
Keeping my wandering hands to myself, I continued to nip and suck at her lips, enjoying the faint taste of orange that was left over from whatever she ate this morning, and the forbidden lust that was slowly consuming me.
She took my hand that was paralyzed by my side, and led it into her top, dipping it down until her firm tits were sitting perfectly in my palm.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered, breaking from our kiss just long enough to take a breath and knock some sense into me.
She blinked, that blank stare returning to her eyes. I could see the lack of emotion in them, and it made me wonder if she went somewhere else in her head when she fucked Snyder and Clash? The Shasta I knew would never cheat on Sabbath. The Shasta I knew would never…
Oh damn—fuck—yeah, this is happening.
Somehow in my mindless assessment, she had unbuttoned my jeans, freeing my cock from my boxers until it was sitting in her palm. Soft like silk, that palm stroked over me, eliciting a moan I couldn’t contain if I tried.
“Shasta, we really shouldn’t do this. I don’t want you to get hurt. I—”
Her hot little mouth barely fit over my bulbous head, but she somehow found a way, sliding down my shaft until she hit the back of her throat. She couldn’t even take me the whole way—no girl could. If I ever found a woman that could deep throat my dick to the point of the root, I’d marry her right then and there.
Her lips slickened my cock, creating a slippery mess of pleasure that had me groaning and bucking into her.
“Damn, woman, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
I caressed her head, fisting those brown locks until I had control. She took my direction so easily, not even caring when I had her down far enough that she gagged. The fact that she didn’t throw up on me had me even harder. This woman was a fucking pro at this, and who am I to stop her?
Having long arms was a God given gift, and I used it to my advantage, cupping her ass cheek, and giving it a nice hard slap.
“You keep doing that, and I’m going to fuck more than just your mouth,” I warned.
Her eyes darkened with lust, and she pulled her mouth off my cock, just long enough to free her tits from the cotton prison that were constricting them.
Like a panthress ready to strike, the little minx climbed my body like a mountain, perching herself so her tits were even with my mouth, and the only thing keeping me away from her pussy was a pair of short shorts and a thong. Yeah, I saw that bright pink string sticking out from the top of her pants. She couldn’t hide it from me.
“We need each other,” she whispered, her words coming out like silent pleas. “You’re hurting as much as I am. We can find solace within each other.”
I cupped her cheeks again, searching for the right answers.Was she worth the damnation that came with her? Was she worth losing my club? Maybe even my life?
It was when I saw the faint shimmer of tears forming in her eyes that I fucking lost my war with confliction, not giving a fuck anymore what happened to either of us in that moment.
This beautifully broken woman was begging for someone to fix and repair all the damage Sabbath caused, and whether I had the tools to do it or not, I was sure as hell going to try.
Because not only did I want to protect Shasta Hall, but I also wanted to please her with every breath of my unforgiving soul.