“Still think you know her?” Abigail says, not missing a thing.
“Nah.” I grab my Red Bull and drain the rest of it. If the girl wants to keep her secrets, that’s fine. God knows I have my fair share. Keeping them keeps me alive, and I ain’t about to spill someone else’s.
Chapter 21—Bass
I’ve tasted her. Fucked her within an inch of life. The need to see how she screams when she comes has been witnessed ten times over.
So, why do I want to do it again?
I keep coming to the clubhouse, bringing them with me. I say it’s because it’s the safest place, but we both know that’s full of shit. I basically live off the grid, though with some luxuries. I have more weapons in my place than in some states.
The real reason? I’m a fucking pussy.
I fuck women at the club. I don’t bring them home. Till her. And even though we haven’t done shit at my place, the want is there. Theneedto bend her over the counter or walk up to her while she’s sleeping on the couch and wake her up by shoving my cock down her throat is high. Too damn high.
If I’m at the club, I can use my brothers as a buffer. Either to keep from doing it again, or more likely, when I cave and slide my cock into her sweet tight pussy, so I can do it on my terms and in my club room. I can keep shit straight in my head. That’s the plan, anyway. But my eyes don’t seem to get the fucking picture, as they keep staring at her no matter where we go. My cock jumps to attention when she walks close, and my damn heart beats a new tune when she looks at me.
“You’ve got a problem,” Casper says as he slides into the chair beside me.
I don’t look his way but address him. “That problem physical or mental?”
“Mental.”
I nod. “Yeah, I know.”
We sit in silence for a beat, and I don’t even hide who I’m looking at. I hear him sigh long and hard before he speaks low, so only I can hear and not the brothers who are walking around chatting each other up. “She’s leaving, brother. She’s leaving when her brother, the fucking mafia king of the East Coast, comes and collects.”
“I know.”
He snorts. “You’ve never done anything the easy way, have you?”
I finally look at him and smile wide. “Where’s the fun in that?”
He shakes his head, but at least he’s smiling. “You got an endgame? An idea of how this is going to play out? ’Cause I really don’t see you transferring to another chapter or up and leaving the Hounds. And it will have to be you who leaves, because that girl has been without family for so long that once she gets it back, I don’t see her walking away.”
That drops my smile, and it’s my time to take a deep breath. “I know.” I shake my head, more at myself than anything else. “It won’t come to that. It can’t. She has family, and I do too. Club’s family, and I’m not about to walk out on family. It’s a passing thing, nothing more. Just getting it out of my system while the getting’s good.”
He rises and goes to leave. “Ain’t trying to be a dick. Just calling it like I see it. If it’s a fling, then get it the fuck out of your system. Because if it’s more….” He looks at me as his words trail off. He doesn’t need to finish his sentence. I get it. Anything more than a fling is fucking nuts and not really an option for me.
I give him a chin lift, one he returns as he raps his knuckles on the table and walks away. I’ve always respected Casper. He knows his shit. Not sure if his former sniper position made him observant or if he always was. The guy sees things that many don’t. Very few things get past him, and when they do, it pisses him off. It’s only funny when you’re the one who gets something over his head, and only for a hot minute. Then he takes his vengeance, and that isn’t something to laugh about.
The man has a point, though. I need to get whatever this is out and gone beforesheup and goes. Ain’t the type to be led around by my dick, but if I don’t get this shit taken care of before the time runs out and her brother comes to collect, I don’t know what I’ll do. All I know is that I don’t want it to end, not now.
And that’s what has me rising and going to her. She’s sitting at a table with Abigail, and thank God, ’cause she’s the only non-vamp in the group of women we allow here who knows how to keep her mouth shut. The rest are just as bad as the brothers, gossiping about and starting shit.
“Let’s go.”
Milly looks up at me and raises one perfectly manicured eyebrow. “And where would we be going?”
I don’t say anything, just grab her by the upper arm and pull her up. She goes willingly enough that I don’t hurt her, and once she stands, I keep my hand on her as I guide her to my room. Who knows if she waved to her seat buddy or to anyone else as we exit the clubhouse. I know I don’t give afuck. There are a million and one reasons why I’m taking her to the back, and none of my club brothers will bat an eye at any of them.
I let her arm go as I unlock my door, even though keeping it locked is ridiculous, as she demonstrated by how easily she broke in the last time. Once the door is open, I grab her arm once more and push her in before joining her and then locking the door behind me.
“What next, fish boy?” she says with a smirk that just does it for me.
I unbuckle my belt as I take a step toward her. “On your knees.”
She huffs a laugh. “Not a vamp. Don’t got to do shit I don’t want to do.”
