Sassy covers her mouth, and I’m pretty sure she’s fucking laughing.
“He’s going to get sick of you and come back to me! He’s mine!”
“Shut up, Gia! Go and do what you’re good at and stick a penis in your mouth. At least then we don’t have to hear the bullshit that comes out of it!”
When I glance up and see Gunner and Lust standing there with amused looks on their faces, I narrow my gaze. “What?”
“Nothing,” Lust replies, putting up his hands. “Just heard yelling and came to investigate.”
“I’m sick of her shit. I don’t give a fuck who thinks I’m not going to last here, or that I’m not going to be able to handle being with Chance.”
“You won’t ever be able to handle it! And deep down inside, even he knows that! He’s the president.”
“I don’t give a fuck about his patch, unlike you, Gia. You don’t care who you’re getting down on your knees for. Instead of worrying about what I’m doing, why don’t you get some self-respect!”
At the end of my rant, I see Chance, Honey, and Hazel standing there, but it’s Honey’s hurt face that makes my stomach clench.
Fuck. I didn’t mean to offend her.
Storming past them all, I’m just about to leave the kitchen when Chance gently grips my wrist and pulls me to a stop. “You okay?”
“Fine,” I reply shortly, pulling my arm away from him. As I go to leave again, he carries me over his shoulder and takes me upstairs. I don’t bother fighting him. I’m angry, but more than that, I’m really over today, and I just want to go to bed.
He gently lays me down on the bed, not like he usually does when he’s about to fuck me, and lies on his side facing me. “I only caught the end of that. Tell me what happened.”
I repeat what I overheard, and I don’t like the guarded look that crosses his face. “I told Gia if she can’t let the fact go that I’m not going to fuck her anymore, she can get out of here.” He pulls me into his arms and peppers kisses all over my face and neck. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you properly lose your temper.” He smirks. “You were yelling. I didn’t even know you did that.”
He starts to undress me, and I sit up to help him. Once I’m naked, he rolls me onto my stomach and starts to rub some oil into my back. “I’m going to kick her out. I warned her.”
He’s not arguing with me.
He’s not telling me to stop starting shit in his clubhouse, in his world.
Instead, he’s giving me a back rub and taking my side.
I moan as he gets right into a tight knot. “I just want her to stop talking shit about me. She’s been around a lot longer than I have, and she keeps trying to throw it in my face that she belongs here more than I do.”
His fingers still. “Siren, she does not fucking belong here more than you do. I just told you I’d kick her ass out. A few of the men might complain, but we will get a new woman in, and trust me, they’d forget pretty quickly.”
He continues to massage me for about half an hour before flipping me onto my back and kissing my lips, then trailing kisses down my neck. He pays attention to my breasts, sucking on each nipple before kneeling in front of me. He’s still fully dressed in his jeans, T-shirt, and cut, and something about that is so sexy.
On his knees, he stares up at me, scanning my face for a moment before he starts to go down on me. I don’t know why it feels like an apology. Does he feel bad that he’s put me in a house with a bunch of women he’s fucked?
“Chance,” I whimper, as he slides two fingers inside me, curling them just how I like it. His tongue traces over my clit, taking his time. I love that he’s never in a rush. He’ll spend as much time as he needs worshiping my pussy—he’s not trying to get me off in record time so he can finish.
Freya once told me that you have to find a man who’s an eater. A man who loves eating you out and gets off on it as much as you do.
Chance is that man.
He hums against my pussy, enjoying pleasing me.
The president of a motorcycle club on his knees in front of me will never get old.
But I meant what I said to Gia. I’m not falling for Chance because of his patch, I’m falling for him despite it. It would be so much easier if he were a man with a normal job, but it wouldn’t be him.
He sucks harder on my clit, and I come with his name on my lips. He laps at me slowly until I can’t take any more. Then he looks up at me, his mouth glistening with my juices. “I’ve never gone down on Gia. On any of the women here.”
My eyes widen in surprise because, as I said, he likes to eat.