Tanya didn’t let me down. She moaned like a porn star, and I felt her tightening around me, making me move faster when she actually did as she was told and screamed my name. Her shoulders slammed into the wall, but she was still screaming out as I clutched her thighs, pulling her onto me.
Inside my head, I was enraged and feeling nothing from this, despite how hard I was angry fucking Tanya, who had a banging body and knew how to fuck like a pro. I usually had no problem coming when I was with her, but right now, I was chasing something I couldn’t reach.
Then an image of Waverley flashed through my head, young and beautiful. Trusting me, lying beneath me, with her lips wet and swollen from our kisses. Her chest blushed with rash from my stubble, her mouth falling open in a soft gasp as she came on my fingers for the first time.
I lost control, my spine tingling as my balls tightened in pleasure. I groaned through my release, slamming my hand against the wall. I dropped my forehead on Tanya’s shoulder, panting hard, catching my breath. Then I stepped back, pulling out of her as I dropped her legs. She stumbled a little but caught herself on the wall as I tore off the condom and went to my bathroom, slamming the door.
I was pissed at myself for lettingherinto my head and I’d been the biggest prick imaginable to Tanya, but she knew what she was in for, living at an MC.
This was supposed to be me getting to Waverley, not the other way around. Turning on the shower, I caught my reflection in the mirror and scowled at myself for being such a fucking idiot. I had to get my shit together. Waverley Curtis was a part of my past and that’s where she would stay. I refused to let her get to me. Not after what she did.
Tanya was in my bed when I came out of the bathroom.
“Out,” I snapped at her.
“Aw, don’t be like that, Hud,” she purred, her eyes roaming my still wet body, a sex fogged smile on her face.
I never let anyone hang around after sex, and she didn’t get to call me by that name. Ever.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out.” I stared at her until she got the picture and grabbed her dress, slamming the door on the way out. She shouldn’t be behaving like that with me, and I’d damn well make sure she knew tomorrow the exclusivity was over. She’s getting too clingy, for no other reason.
I dried myself off and grabbed a clean pair of boxers, dropping onto my bed, leaning against the headboard. I lit a cigarette and crossed my ankles, staring at the ceiling. When a fist pounded on the door, for a moment I wondered if it would be her, annoying myself for entertaining that shit.
“What?”
War opened the door and stepped inside, folding his arms. “Feel better?” he drawled.
“Yep,” I smirked, not liking the way he watched me. He knew what was going through my head.
“Quite the show, Hud. Heard it loud and clear. Whole clubhouse did.”
I shrugged and took a long drag into my lungs. “Not my fault you ain’t getting any.”
“Yeah, you know that shit ain’t true,” he said with a cocky grin. “And that isn’t what I mean.” He dropped his arms and rolled his shoulders, blowing out a heavy, tired breath. “You see King?”
“I was toobusyto notice if he was around.”
“He’s gonna want to see her, but she kicked me out and locked the door, barely said two words.”
“What did you expect?” I asked lazily, trying to show I wasn’t affected.Not at all. “She doesn’t want to be here, and we don’t want her here. King should have left her in North Carolina. He’s overreacting.”
He gave me his pissed off face.
“What?”
“You know what,” he took another step into my room. “Whether we like it or not, she needs to be here, where we can protect her. Despite wanting to keep her out of this shit,” he rubbed the side of his face, quiet for a few seconds. “I missed her. I’m not the only one. Connor will want to see her,” he added, making me feel bad for a moment. “And you acting like a prick isn’t helping.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I sat up, dropping my feet to the floor.
“You know damn well what it means. No more mind games. Stay away from her, Hustle.”
“Not gonna be a problem.” It didn’t scare me, him using my road name, showing his authority as my VP. This conversation wasn’t about our place in the club. This was personal. I grabbed my jeans, stepping into them and pulling a fresh t-shirt from my bureau.
He watched for a moment, and I maintained my stoic, bored expression. War saw way too much for my liking. He always had. It was why King chose him as VP, not just because he was his son.
“King’ll want an update,” he said.
“Then we best not keep him waiting.” I slammed my feet into my boots, pressing my cigarette out in the dish beside some old magazines and the digital clock on my bedside table, then walked past War, shoulder checking him hard as I did. “That was for the sucker punch, asshole.”
