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Coming from another woman, I’d think she was playing the martyr or fishing for compliments, but I knew Viv was being sincere, which only pissed me off even more. “Yeah, well you don’t get to dictate what I focus on or worry about.” We locked gazes for a long moment, anger and attraction swirled around us. “What the fuck you were thinking running off like that, Viv?” I knew what she was thinking but I wanted her to say it.

“What was I thinking,” she asked almost hysterical. “Well I was thinking that your brothers and all the women in the MC hate me for putting them all at risk, so Iwas thinkingit’d be better if I stayed somewhere else.”

“You left on your own,” I growled.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “And I made it here unscathed.” Her voice shook, which let me know that she realized what a dumb as fuck plan it was. “This is just temporary, until you’re satisfiedthat TJ is your son and then I’ll be gone. Out of your hair. Away from your MC. For good.” Her tone was a mixture of hurt and defiance.

I tore my gaze from hers and looked around the room at the curtains, faded from decades of cigarette smoke. The carpet was worn and mostly clean and the air was a mix of cheap cologne and the slight odor of mildew in the air. This place wasn’t for her. “You don’t belong here,” I growled a second before I met her gaze again.

She winced as if I’d hit her but just as quickly as it arrived, the expression vanished, replaced by a bland, professional mask. “I know,” she shot back. “That’s why I left.”

With those words the flight bled out of me. This woman would be the death of me, I knew that without a fucking doubt. She drove me insane. A low growl escaped, and I grabbed her hips and pulled her curves flush against me. “You don’t get to just decide those things, not when we have a kid together. Don’t fucking disappear like that ever again, Viv.”

Her lips parted, ready to argue, I was sure of it. But when I heard that little gasp I was transported back in time, to a different room with a different bed. Her eyes were glazed over with a mix of lust and anger and confusion, which only intensified as I lowered my mouth to hers, feasting on her mouth because what the fuck else could I do?

It was hard and desperate, three years of pent up anger and lust pressed into one brutal, crushing kiss. The electricity that always buzzed between us was there, more intense than it had ever been and when she kissed me back, the whole goddamn hotel detonated.

Her hands fisted in my shirt, dragging me even closer than I already was, her body trembling with the same need I felt pulsing through my veins. She crawled up my body until my back hit the wall, or maybe it was the door, with her legs locked around my back while she kissed me like she meant it. Viv pulled back, both of her hands gripping my hair possessively. “Don’t yell at me.”

I grinned. “Don’t give me a fuckin’ reason to yell at you.”

She groaned and attacked my mouth again, this time with a raw hunger that stole my breath and make my legs shake. “Fuck,” she whispered. “You think I don’t want this? That I don’t ache for you? That I haven’t ached for you since the moment I left your bed?”

My heart thundered and then froze at her words, at the raw anguish that colored every syllable. “Prove it.”

She stared at me for a long time, so long I thought maybe the moment was ruined, but then she nipped at my bottom lip. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

I just smiled.

She nipped at my lip again and then my ear lobe before her teeth skated across my jaw. Down my throat and to my collarbone. She moaned as her legs unraveled and her feet hit the floor, but her lips never left my body as she removed my vest, my t-shirt, jeans, boxers, everything until I stood before with nothing but a hard-on and a smile. “Is this for me?”

Fuck, this playful side of her had always had the power to undo me. “Viv,” I growled when she fisted my cock in one hand, flicking her tongue over the slit with a slow smile. “On the bed. Now.”

Her lips pulled into a knowing smile, the one that meant she already knew what I wanted but she would make me say it. “Okay,” she agreed easily, squeezing my cock tighter as she wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock and slid down to the balls.

“Fuck,” I groaned and gripped her head.

She released me with a pop and a giggle before she walked to the bed and laid down in the center of the mattress. “On the bed.” She licked her lips. “What now?”

I stroked my cock. ‘You know what.”

“I want you to say it.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I climbed onto the bed and straddled her shoulders, rubbing my cock back and forth across her lips. “Take my cock.”

Her mouth fell open, eyes sparkling with heat. She relaxed as I fed her my cock until I was deep down her throat. Then, she moaned.

“Fuck, Viv.” She swiped her tongue back and forth across the underside of my cock before swallowing. “Fuck, babe.”

Her eyes smiled and she moaned again, urging me to give her what she wanted. Fuck it had been a revelation realizing how much she got off on getting me off. “Now,” she said around my cock, vibrating my balls all the way up to my spine.

I gripped her wrists over her head, pressing her hands into the mattress while I fucked her sweet little mouth, pounding in long, deep strokes that hit the back of her throat with every stroke. Her mouth was wet, dripping with saliva that coated my cock and smoothed the path down her throat. “Fuck, Viv. I’vemissed this mouth. This dirty, filthy mouth that lives to taste my cock.” I pumped faster, a bit deeper until she opened up her throat, urging me to go deeper. Harder. “Viv,” I groaned again.

She let out a long, low moan and her eyes fluttered shut.

The sight of her absolute fucking pleasure as I buried my cock in her mouth completely wrecked me. My balls drew up tight and that electricity zipped up my spine before my cock exploded down her throat. “Oh, fuck Viv! Shit, babe. Fuck!” My hips stroked until my cock went soft, but she didn’t stop, sucking me until my vision blurred and my legs quivered.

I rolled onto my back before I collapsed on top of her, panting like a goddamn dog. And smiling like a fucking fool.