I follow his command. His dark eyes sear into mine. I’m so close, so very close. Everything is buzzing and I’m gasping for air. Punishing stroke after punishing stroke, he slams into me. I hold him tighter as we approach our orgasms.
“Let go, precious,” he utters against my lips.
Overwhelming heat rises through me. We cry out in unison as we come together and the warmth of him releases into me. My world turns to white. My legs quake, and I unravel as the blissful wave of pleasure washes over me.
We stay this way, catching our breath. I wind my fingers through his thick hair and gently stroke the back of his neck. It’s just us in our bubble of happiness before the cruel reality of our situation filters through.
Seventeen
Bleeding Out
Zara
Knox’s phonerings on the side table. He leans over and looks at the bright screen. I dare a peek and see it’s Demon.
Knox answers, listens for a second, and then says, “I’m on my way.”
Alarm shoots through me. He gets up and puts on black jeans and pulls on a black shirt and a plain black hoodie.
“Do you have to go?” Worry is clear in my voice.
He bends over the bed and pecks my lips. I’m tempted to grab him, pull him down to me, and not let go.
“Yes, I do. I need to find out as much as I can.”
“Can’t Demon just go?”
“He won’t know what questions to ask, and he can get”—he cringes—“uh... carried away.”
I swallow hard.
He points to his cut, which is on the chest of drawers. “I’m sergeant at arms. This is who I am now. My job even within the MC is to protect and defend the club, and that can get bloody, depending on the threat.”
I break eye contact, hating what he does.
“We’ll be back soon,” he replies, his voice softening.
When he leaves, he closes the door. I lie in bed and wait for the sound of his motorcycle, but instead I hear a car.
I toss and turn as the hours drift by but can’t get comfortable. I pull my phone from behind my pillow and press the home button to see that it’s 12:00 a.m. It feels so much later.
I shuffle to the edge of the bed, then step to my suitcase. I pull on underwear, shorts, and a shirt. When I poke my head out the door, there’s a light coming from downstairs, but no one else is around.
I quietly pad down the hallway. Deep chuckles come from downstairs. I pause, not sure whether to join them or go in the opposite direction toward the front door. I decide to walk to the men.
Cash, Axle, and Viper are drinking beers at the bar. Cash smiles and shakes his head. He shifts when he sees me and dips his beer in greeting. Viper and Axle swivel in their chairs to look at me.
“Can’t sleep?” Viper asks.
“No. Unfortunately,” I reply as I make my way to them.
Cash stands, pointing to his chair, offering me his seat.
“Thank you.” I step up and onto the stool.
Cash walks around the bar. “Would you like a drink?”
I raise my hand. “No, I’m fine, but thank you.”
