“I’ve never taken any of them out.” He kisses the inside of my thigh. “I’ve never let them ride on the back of my bike.” Another kiss. “I’ve never fucked any of them without protection.”
A long look. “I’ve never made love to any of them.”
“Chance…”
“You don’t have anything to worry about, baby… they don’t compare to you in any way,” he rasps, watching me as I slide to the edge of the bed, sitting up and facing him.
Cupping his stubbled cheeks in my hands, I kiss him softly, pouring all my emotions into it.
Leaning forward, I reach for his jeans button. I need him in my mouth now.
Does he know that I’m falling for him?
How could I not when he makes me feel like this?
19
CHANCE
It’s been three days since I kicked Gia out, and I know not everyone is happy about it. Gia was the leader of the club girls, so I think they’re all feeling a little lost. However, I don’t give a fuck about Gia. I’m just glad she didn’t chase Kenzie off with her bullshit.
Lust is choosing another club girl to move in, but I have bigger problems right now than the men getting their dick sucked. The Bloody Scorpions MC seemed to have moved into a property on the outskirts of town. We have eyes on them, but I’m still wondering what the best way to handle this is. Do I go in guns blazing? I’m hoping to be a little sneakier to get them out of our town without losing any of my men.
Not to mention, I have Kenzie to worry about now.
I have someone protecting her at all times, even when she doesn’t know it. The men have been giving me shit about whether or not I’m going to claim her officially. Do I want to? Fuck yes. Am I terrified when she finds out how it’s done here that she’s going to run? Also fuck yes.
“We have a problem,” Gunner calls out as he steps into my office at Steel. “Jack is dead, and our shipment has been stolen.”
“Bloody Scorpions?”
He nods, his onyx eyes glittering with anger. “It’s looking that way. We need to get rid of them fucking now.”
He’s right.
I just need to choose Plan A or Plan B.
One is bloody and brutal, but will get this over with sooner.
My gut is telling me to go with that one, but the only thing stopping me is Kenzie.
I’m terrified of losing her.
But if I don’t put an end to the Bloody Scorpions, and they hurt her, I will never forgive myself.
“Call the other chapters. We’re going in,” I announce, and Gunner nods. “Put the clubhouse on lockdown.”
War is coming.
I hope my relationship can survive it.
Before we go into lockdown, we agree to hold our Friday night fight night. Kenzie is sitting on my lap, sipping on her cocktail, and chatting with Freya. She’s wearing a white lace dress that is molded to her body, and bright red lips that I want to see staining my cock later tonight. I can tell she still gets uncomfortable when the brothers do anything sexual in public, but she hasn’t walked out over it. She usually tries not to look, but I see her secretly watching when she can. And why wouldn’t she? It’s hot. Although I don’t like the idea of her seeing any man’s cock, I know that my brothers would never touch her. If they ever made her purposely feel uncomfortable, I’d kick their asses. There are so many reasons for us not to be with each other—the age gap, the fact that she’s a good girl, a teacher, and I’m a criminal—but we’ve been making it work.
I mean, that might have to do with the fact that she still doesn’t know about the illegal businesses we run, like the weed and guns. She only sees the bars and the restaurants. She sees what she wants to see, and I’m more than okay with that. If we ever get taken in by the cops, the less she knows, the better. I never want my shit to touch her.
“Gunner is going to beat Dutch,” Freya is saying, brown eyes on the men in question. “Oh, look, my favorite show is on, they’re removing their clothes.”
“I’m surprised you’ve kept your hands to yourself with Gunner,” Kenzie comments, whispering something to Freya that makes her laugh.