“Stop,” I whispered when she opened her mouth to continue speaking. “Don’t say anything else that will break you even further. I will never understand the torment you went through. I’d never be able to feel any of the invasion or betrayal that live in your memories every day. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel your despair in my heart, and I’ll fucking move mountains to keep you safe, Shasta. Everest wouldn’t stand a chance against me if it stood in my way of protecting you. Thank you for being brave enough to tell me what happened to you back then. Leppard deserved that bullet for ever daring to touch you without your permission. Hell, even Clash crossed a line when he forced you to fuck him as blackmail. But Sabbath’s the one who should pay for what he put you through—no—what heputsyou through. He doesn’t deserve your love, nor does he deserve that patch he wears on his chest.”
A look of adoration shimmered in her eyes, and before I could protest, she was straddling me, her lips crashing against mine as she put everything she had into a single, soul-crushing kiss. That kiss sparked new life into my flaccid as fuck cock, and I was hardened steel between her legs within milliseconds.
“Fuck me, Sandman,” she begged. “I know it sounds strange and so fucked up, but I fucking need you right now. Make me forget everything I just told you and allow me to get lost in us. Even if it’s only a few minutes… please… I need to forget it all.”
My arms curled around her as I laid her gently back on the blanket. Fuck club rules and all that shit I was supposed to enforce. Sabbath didn’t deserve Shasta. Hell, he didn’t deserve the club’s loyalty, either. If I could, I’d dismember his body piece by piece and shove each one down his throat until he choked on his own cock. He’d get a taste of his own bullshit that way.
“Please,” she whispered again when I didn’t move in to instantly claim her.
“If I do this, Shasta. There’s no turning back… if anyone finds out about it, we’ll both be in trouble.”
Another tear slipped down her cheek and I felt like an asshole for letting it happen.
“I just want to feel loved and wanted.” Her voice broke with so much damn emotion. I felt it all in my soul.
“You’re definitely wanted,” I whispered, dipping down to taste her lips. “And love comes with time.”
Before I could talk myself out of it, my hand was between her legs, rubbing soft circles over her clit until the walls of her pussy were slickened with need.
Most women needed to be eased into when it came to my cock, and Shasta was no different. She clenched me tightly as my head probed her entrance, and then slowly but surely her pussy swallowed me inch by glorious inch.
If heaven existed, it was between her legs, and there was nothing and nobody that was going to take that sensation away from me now.
Shasta Hall was mine to claim, and fuck Sabbath, Snyder, Clash, and even my ex of a bitch Lindy for thinking anything else.
Her fingers dug into my skin as I pumped in and out of her, increasing my speed until her thighs were shaking and her moans were a sweet song that my body was already memorizing.
Her skin was like soft satin beneath my fingers, her aroused pants and moans were mine to own, and as her walls clenched my cock and milked every drop of cum out of it, I felt myself giving in to everything that was wrong with pleasing the Prez’s Ol’ Lady.
Sabbath may have claimed her, but he didn’t deserve her, and I was going to prove once and for all why eradicating Sabbath from existence would be best for her, me, and the whole damn club.
Chapter Nine
Shasta
Sandman was silent as we both dragged on our clothes. There was turmoil in his eyes, turmoil I couldn’t read. Did he regret fucking me? Was he going to do something about what I told him?
That silence continued as he climbed onto his bike and reached out to help me onto it.
“Sandman?” I questioned before he had a chance to start the chrome beast between our legs. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, Darlin’, never been better. Just lost in thought.”
A pocket of air got stuck in my throat when I tried to suck it down. “Do you regret…”
He cut me off. “I regret nothing,” he said, the corners of his mouth lifting into a friendly smile. “Everything that just happened between us happened for a reason.”
The bike roared to life, and my arms instinctively went around him, soaking up the safety and protection I felt by just being near him.
That property of his was the most beautiful place I had ever seen, and his ex was a stupid whore for leaving him. Sandman deserved better. He deserved a woman who was going to appreciate him for the kind, gentle soul that laid beneath the menacing giant.
We barreled down the road, letting the wind whip around us and the sun beat down on our skin. Dread sunk heavy in my chest as we got closer to the clubhouse, and I wondered what waited for us both when we returned.
If Sabbath was there waiting for me, would he know we fucked? Would he be able to smell Sandman on me? Would I even survive the night?
These questions were like tiny little embers festering and burning through my mind. The closer we got, the more I felt that trepidation beating in rhythm with my heart.
I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I didn’t acknowledge the horror that was barreling toward us until it was far too late.