“Yes, me too,” Autumn whispers, nodding.
We open the doors and walk into the rooms to get ready for the party.
A few hours later.
“Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday Princesses, Happy Birthday to you.”
The Wicked Warriors MC plus the Satan’s Warriors MC are here celebrating our birthdays.
“Blow out the candles,” shouts Poison, my brother War, the Prez Old Lady.
Autumn and I blow out the candles, and the club whores rush over to cut the cake and hand it out to the brothers and guests.
“Baby, happy birthday,” Blood says, smiling at me pulling me closer to his side.
“Thank you,” I say, wrapping my arm around his waist.
I’m so fucking excited because Blood has been next to me all night. He’s fucking sweet, attentive, and being more affectionate.
Which is fucking surprise since we were always on the down low.
Autumn is with her man Fiend, and he’s fucking hot.
I go onto my toes, pulling him to whisper in his ear.
“Baby, you wanna kiss me? You wanna fuck me,” I whisper, biting Blood’s ear.
I fucking love to feel him lose it; his body shudders.
Blood wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer, running his hot open mouth kiss along my neck, inhaling deeply. I love it when he does that because it’s like he loves my scent.
“Yes,” Blood whispers, biting my earlobe sending a delicious chill down my spine. He pulls me closer, and I can fucking feel his hard yummy cock.
“Happy Birthday, Baby,” Blood says in a low, raspy voice.
He kisses me with all of the wild need, devouring my lips. He bites and sucks my lip, tangling his tongue with mine, taking all, he wants.
Whoa.
Blood is kissing me in front of everyone!
Oh yeah.
It’s my birthday.
He wants to kiss me.
He wants to fuck me.
“Baby, let’s disappear,” I whisper against his lips as he pushes me against the Pavilion’s post.
Blood smiles flashing his even white teeth, resting his forehead on mine.
“Are you sure you want to leave your party so soon,” Blood asks, gazing into my eyes?
“Hmm, yes,” I say, biting my lower lip, nodding.
I pull back, smiling, running my fingers through his hair.
