His movements turned a little frantic, somehow hitting just the right angle to make my toes curl. The closer I got, the more I hugged him closer, until we were pressed so close, it was hard to tell where he ended and I began. He nipped and kissed along my neck, while I teased his ear with my tongue, and ran my nails lightly along his back. I felt my belly tighten, felt myself drawing closer to another explosive release, my body coiling tightly like a spring. I wanted us to finish together, but my body wasn’t listening. It was too good. He was hitting all the right spots, and when he groaned out my name, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My head flew back in a muted scream, my release exploding through me so intensely it took my breath away. Justin grunted, his rhythm stuttering, and a few thrusts later, he followed me over the edge with a shout.
It took a while to come back to reality. I was floating in a pleasant haze, my lower half still throbbing from the pleasure, and my body was warm and safe wrapped in Justin’s arms. When I finally opened my eyes, I found both of us on our sides, his face inches from mine, his eyes closed and his breathing unsteady, sweat gathered at his temples. He looked wrecked and an odd sense of pride filled my chest for being the reason he looked that way.
Cupping his face, I smiled when he leaned into my palm, a slow smile curving his lips. He opened his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine. That one sweet move sealed the deal. Iwas one hundred percent in love with him. There was no going back for me. I just hoped he didn’t break my heart in the future.
36
Vegas
“Freeze!”
I heard Prez’s barking voice coming from down the hall. I thought about ignoring it, I was in no mood to leave my warm bed with a sexy woman wrapped around me to see what knucklehead was causing trouble, but then I heard Rooster’s nervous laugh.
“Uh, hey, Prez… Do you need something?”
“What are you hiding, Rooster?”
When I glanced at Sierra, her eyes were open and she was watching the door too. We were both curious, so we pulled on our clothes and poked our heads out into the hallway where Rooster stood just outside his door, trying to look innocent.
“I don’t know what you mean, Prez. I don’t have anything.”
“Then why’s your shirt moving?” I couldn’t help but ask. Rooster shot me a dirty look, but it wasn’t like Prez was blind. The dude looked like he was pregnant with something oddly lumpy, and he was trying to hide it behind his club jacket. And that belly was totally moving.
“Rooster…” Prez warned.
The last time someone snuck an animal into the house, it was absolute chaos. I wasn’t willing to admit that person was me, with Rooster’s help. The raccoon had been so friendly. I thought it’d make a good mascot. How was I supposed to know it’d lose its ever loving mind being brought inside?
Pretty sure Prez said he’d murder the next person who brought a wild animal into the clubhouse, though. I was a little worried for my friend if he thought he could get away with that. Butch would pound on him without prejudice.
“I don’t think you can pretend they haven’t seen anything,” Sierra pointed out logically. She tipped her head at Rooster as he tried to edge slowly away. “You do realize that’s the worst attempt at hiding something on the planet, right?”
Rooster’s shoulders slumped, and he finally accepted the gig was up. “Alright, yeah. Just… don’t be mad. I had to. They were gonna put him down.” He pulled down his shirt, and an animal that looked like a naked mole rat with hair poked its head out of his collar.
“What the hell is that?” I demanded, putting an arm protectively in front of Sierra.
“It’s a Chinese crested,” Sierra chuckled as she stepped around me to move to Rooster’s side. I wanted to protest, but she just ignored me. She scratched the dog’s head with a smile. “I remember you. You were at the shelter. Did Rooster adopt you?”
Prez’s wide-eyed and pissed off gaze swung to Rooster, who winced. “I had to! They were gonna put him down! No one wanted him!”
“That’s because he’s ugly as hell,” I commented.
Rooster gasped, putting his hand over the dog’s head like he was trying to block his ears. “Rude! He’s not ugly!”
More of the crew had appeared in the hallway, trying to see what the commotion was about. A few guys shot him withdubious looks, and he smirked. “Alright, so he’s a little ugly. But he’s so ugly, he’s cute! Right?”
Sierra nodded like she agreed, but I didn’t see what they were seeing. The dog was hairless except for his head and feet. His hair looked like the result of sticking a fork in a light socket and his tongue hung out of his mouth even when his mouth was closed. It was an ugly dog. I couldn’t see the word cute anywhere.
“So… Can I keep ‘im?” Rooster asked Prez, smiling like he hadn’t poked the bear. I bit back a laugh. If this wasn’t a prank, Rooster was going to get his ass beat.
Prez sighed, rubbing his temples like he was just done with the day. I felt bad for the guy, he was almost always busy. I wasn’t envious of his job in the slightest. “Not here,” he finally grumbled. “Some guys have allergies. That’s why Wraith keeps his dog at home unless we’re outside.”
Rooster’s shoulders slumped, but he perked up after a second of thought. “That’s fine. I’ll keep him at Butch’s place. The kids will love it.”
“Can I be there when you tell him?” I queried with a smirk.
A few guys made sounds of agreement. Rooster may be Butch’s half brother, but he was going to get his ass handed to him bringing a dog to their place without talking to him first. Especially with Ryder still being so young. I wouldn’t miss the fallout for anything.
