“You aren’t my teacher, Siren. You haven’t done anything wrong here. Well, besides the fact that you left that night, and I wasn’t done with you. I told you to wait.”
“I’m not yours to order around,” I snap.
His dominant gaze drops to my lips. “I wanted a proper taste. Shame.”
Holy shit.
I put my hand on his chest to push him away, but instead linger there, feeling his hard body. “You might not have been done with me, but I was done with you,” I lie.
He smirks, licking his lower lip. “So we’re good? We can keep what happened between us. No one has to know our business.”
I nod, relief filling me.
He moves away from me, studying me for a moment before he nods once and heads out my front door.
I wait for the rumble of his motorcycle to fade away before I run into my room and pull out my vibrator.
3
CHANCE
Circling Lust in the ring, I jab him hard across the jaw. He counters with an uppercut, but the hook I return has him falling back against the ropes. He rubs the blood from his nose. I asked him to spar with me the second I got back to the clubhouse. What can I say? My son is exactly like me.
“Who pissed you off?”
“No one,” I lie, stretching my neck from side to side. I normally never let the club girls mark me, and they know this. The fact that Siren saw my neck was definitely the reason she pushed me away, because she couldn’t hide the desire and heat in her beautiful doe eyes.
She wants me.
She just doesn’t want to.
She would have heard the small-town gossip about our club by now, and I know that’s going to be hard to go up against.
The marks on my neck would have been the nail in the coffin, but it’s probably for the best. A woman like that won’t be able to handle my life, and I doubt she’ll be up for sharing me with the club women.
“You sure about that?” Lust asks, smirking. He walks over to me and slaps me on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s have a drink. My face is too pretty to take any more hits.”
We jump out of the ring and head to our bar. Gia, one of the women from my bed this morning, is serving drinks. Her blue eyes light up when she sees me. I never should have let either of them stay the night.
Before she can say anything, I point to my neck. “What the fuck is this?”
She winces, then leans over the counter, pushing her tits out. “One of us must have gotten carried away. But can you blame us? You were insatiable last night.”
Lust coughs to cover his laughter.
“You know my rules,” I reply, nodding toward the refrigerator. “Get us two beers.”
She nods.
“And Gia?”
“Yeah?” she replies, biting her lower lip.
“There won’t be another repeat of last night,” I vow in a low tone.
She nods quickly. “Of course, Prez. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“You better, or we won’t be fucking again,” I say, turning to Lust when her face falls. We get our beers, clinking them together before we take a sip.