Skid took a few steps back, shock painted on his expression. “Fine,” he grumped. “Want to get a disease infested dick? Go right ahead.”
Then he threw open my door, stomping out of my room as he left me there, pent up, sexually frustrated, and fearing for my cock’s health.
The clap?
That bitch better not be carrying any diseases, or I’ll fucking kill her myself.
Chapter Four
Skid
My heart was like an African drum, beating so wildly inside my chest I could barely hear my own thoughts.
He touched me... gripping my cock like he fucking owned it. And man did I want him to, but something came over me that had me pulling away, putting up that wall that I worked so hard to build.
Jesus! I almost had what I always wanted, but it slipped out of my grasp, falling behind that fake facade I built so easily and snuffing out all those nasty desires I tried to keep hidden.
Confused, I moved into the hallway, trying to will the ache in my pants to go away.
It wouldn’t. I was hard as fuck, and the only person who could ease that ache fucking hated me now.
I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even register that someone else was in the hallway, not until my body slammed into a petite frame, and I had to grab her shoulders to keep her from falling to the ground.
“Jesus, Skid, where’s the fire?” Keelie asked, her big eyes looking up at me from behind an army of lashes.
She was Wasp’s favorite girl, but lately, he had pushed her away. Now she was wandering aimlessly around the clubhouse, looking for somewhere she belonged.
The burning ache in my pants intensified. There was no way I was going to get through the night without getting my dick wet.
“Right here, baby,” I quipped, grabbing the front of my jeans. The words sounded so fucking shitty coming from my lips. I was an imposter—a man whose hidden desires were so frowned upon, they could get him killed.
“Want some help with that?”
“You offering?”
She nodded, looking up at me coyly and with intent. She was desperate to latch onto someone new, and from what I heard, she was down to do anything... which is exactly what I needed right now.
Gripping her neck, I watched as her eyes darkened with lust, and her whole body shifted into submission. My mouth came crashing down on hers, but I felt absolutely nothing as our tongues collided, falling back into that familiar blank space I had to find myself in whenever I touched a woman.
Her fingers dug into my forearms, and her moan rattled against my lips.
Still, I felt nothing.
I gripped her ass, pulling her up my body until her thin legs were wrapped around my torso and I was carrying her toward my bedroom.
Wasp came out of his room, did a tiny little double take, then fucking kept walking.
Yeah, he was definitely done with this bitch.
Once behind my door, I dropped her legs, staring at the tiny little brunette with long, luscious curls.
“What do you want me to do, Skid?”
“Strip!” I ordered her, the throbbing in my cock slowly fading when her tits popped out and her lack of dick became evident between her legs.
Who was I kidding? This wasn’t going to fucking work. She wasn’t who I wanted... who I fucking desired. But I had to try. I had to rid myself of these yearnings before they fucking killed me.
“What would you like me to do?” she asked.