“I mean, all of us are trained in some ways, but Dutch trained at a proper gym, yeah,” Cash says, cracking his knuckles.
I’m concerned as I watch Dutch go for the first punch. Chance moves out of the way just in time, his hands still on guard. They each exchange a few hits, and Chance gets a kick into Dutch’s thigh, the noise echoing in the warehouse. Then suddenly, so quick I almost miss it, Chance gets one hard hit in Dutch’s stomach.
Dutch drops to the floor.
“Fuck. Liver shot,” Freya murmurs, sounding impressed.
“Yeah, he’s out,” Gunner adds, wincing. “Prez is fighting dirty tonight.”
I have a feeling he’s going to be dirty later tonight, too.
Chance stands over Dutch, who tries to get up but ends up lying back down and groaning in pain.
“Well, that was over fast.” Cash laughs, turning to look at me. “Fucking show-off.”
“Anyone else?” Chance calls out, scanning the crowd. He rakes his hand through his hair, his bicep flexing with the move.
Fuck me. This man is so hot.
“What the fuck is he doing?” I whisper-yell, hoping no one decides to take him on.
When they don’t, my shoulders relax. Smirking, I stand up and walk to the ring. He leans over it, looking down at me with that hungry look in his eyes.
“I’ll take you,” I call out, and I hear a few people laugh.
He slides under the ropes and jumps down, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. “Damn right you’ll take me.”
“You wanted the Royal Bastard MC president, now you got him!” I hear Freya call out with laughter in her tone.
Traitor.
He carries me out of the warehouse and into the clubhouse’s main building, up a flight of stairs, and down a hallway to his bedroom. Locking the door behind him, he throws me onto the bed. Sitting up on my elbows, I watch his eyes roam over my body before landing on my face.
“I need you, now.”
I nod.
“Undress for me, Siren. Slowly,” he orders, his voice a deep rumble. “But keep the heels on.”
15
CHANCE
Kenzie is riding my face, her hands on my headboard, and she grinds down on my mouth. I’m lapping at her sweet cunt, and loving every second of it. After fucking her on her knees in nothing but those stilettos and feeling her come around my dick, I had only just gotten started.
“Chance,” she whimpers, and I know she’s getting close again. She plays with her nipples, her head thrown back, and I wish I could take a picture of her expression because she looks fucking perfect. “I’m going to come all over your mouth.”
And I’m going to lap it all up.
“Fuck,” she moans loudly, her thighs trembling. “Yes, so fucking good.”
I keep at it with the same pace until I wring every last wave of pleasure out of her until she can’t take anymore. She slides downward, using the headboard to keep her balance until she’s right above my hard cock. Her wet pussy presses against the head, and I groan. She feels so good.
“So wet,” I growl, sliding her back and forth. “Fuck, I want inside of you bare. I want to see my come leaking out of you.”
“Chance,” she moans, sinking a little so her pussy hungrily grips my tip.
“I’m clean,” I promise. I got tested after I saw her again, wanting to make sure I was all good before I fucked her again. “Are you on the pill?”