Closing my eyes, I sighed and shook my head. God, he was so fuckingcocky. “You’re so full of shit, a porta potty on a construction site is jealous.”
His laugh was loud and boisterous, and it filled me with a warmth that Ireallyneeded to ignore. I couldn’t soften toward him. Not yet. “If I wasn’t standing right in front of you, I’d think you had a book full of comebacks that you flip through.”
I feigned a pitying look. “Does my intelligence and wit insult you, Blayke?”
His grin didn’t even waver. “Nah, mama.” He slid a hand down his chest, andfuck me, I tracked it, my breath hitching in my throat. When he hooked his thumb in the band of his boxer shorts, teasingly tugging it downjustenough that I saw blonde curls, my mouth ran dry, and for a moment, I couldn’t remember how to breathe. His cock was tenting the front of his boxers, andfuck, it looked impressive. “Your intelligence and wit turn me the fuck on.” He released his band with a pop and took a step back, now standing in the entrance to his room. “Go get some sleep, Noah. Goodnight.”
With that, he turned, giving me his broad, tattooed back, and shut the door, leaving me alone on the balcony…
And goddamn him, my panties were soaked.
9
Blayke
Inever thought I’d be the kind of man to be wrapped around a woman’s finger, but within a mere couple of days of knowing Noah, she had me running after her like a fucking puppy. That woman could tell me to drop to my knees and crawl for her, and I’d do it while barking if that was what she wanted. I was nothing more than her loyal dog, and I wasn’t even ashamed of it.
Johnston had another thing coming for him if he thought he was going to run her off. Because I wanted her with the club. I wanted her withme. And I knew she’dneversettle for just being my old lady—not with that ball buster attitude she had that I absolutely fucking adored. Nah, if she wanted to be a patched member of the Satan’s Worshippers MC Mother Charter, I’d make sure she got her wish, no matter if I had to butt heads with Johnston over it or not.
I groaned as I pictured her leaning against the balcony railing, that unamused look on her face. She was so goddamnhot. Most men would be turned off by her unimpressed attitudeand how much she seemed to hate all of us, but it just turned me on. Iloveda challenge, and she presented me with a hell of one. And I knew when I finally got Noah right where I wanted her, my reward was going to be so fuckingsweet.
I wondered what she’d do if she knew I was jacking off to thoughts of her. In my head, she wasn’t evennaked. She was fully clothed, moody as fuck, and snapping at me in that oddly melodic yet raspy voice she had. And that was how I knew I was royally fucked when it came to her. Fuckinggone. Because I didn’t even have to picture her naked to get off. Noah as a whole just fucking did it for me.
I gritted my teeth, swallowing down my moan as my cum shot all over my stomach and chest and coated the top of my fist. My thighs tensed, and my eyes rolled back in my head.Goddamn. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cum that fucking hard. I needed to get up, go into the bathroom, and clean myself up, but my limbs were all loose, and I was too fucking relaxed and sated.
I’d get a shower in the morning and deal with the sticky mess. Right then, all I wanted to do was lay in my post-orgasmic haze, close my eyes, and dream of Noah standing over me with her hands on her hips as she shot callous insults at me.
A stupid grin tilted my lips.
Yeah… I wasdonefor.
My stomach, chest, and fist were tacky with cum when I woke up the next morning. Groaning, I rolled onto my back and squinted at the ceiling, instantly regretting my decision to notclean myself up last night. No doubt, it’d gotten all over the bedsheets. I’d have to strip the bed at some point and locate the washer and dryer so Alejandro’s housekeeper wouldn’t be forced to deal with my bodily fluids. Because that was just nasty and unsanitary. I’d never put that on a housekeeper to deal with.
Grunting, I tossed the sheet back, then rolled out of bed. Padding barefoot to the bathroom, I switched on the light, then grimaced at myself in the mirror. Cum painted on a woman’s body was beautiful. But dried on me? Just fucking gross. Zero out of ten. Do not recommend.
Turning away from my disgusting reflection, I turned on the shower, then shucked my boxers, kicking them aside. Once I was beneath the hot spray of water, I groaned, my shoulders slumping. Alejandro was spoiling the absolute shit out of me. This showerhead compared to the one I used back home at the clubhouse? Mine was absolute shit.Thiswas otherworldly. I wasn’t going to be able to go back to using the cheap one at home.
Despite wanting to stay in the shower for the rest of the day, I reluctantly bathed and washed my hair before stepping out, knowing there was things to be done. Once I was dressed and had brushed my teeth and somewhat tamed my wet hair, I made my way out of the room, the scent of bacon and coffee immediately assaulting my nostrils. I followed the scent like a blood-hound, my mind on two things only: coffee and food.
When I made it to the kitchen, I was surprised to find Noah leaning against the counter holding a mug of coffee in one hand and a strip of bacon in the other. Alejandro was sitting at the bar with his own coffee and plate of bacon, though he had toast as well. They both turned to look at me, but I paid Alejandro no mind, my eyes solely focused on the beautiful, pink-haired spitfire arching a brow in my direction.
She was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve, plain black shirt, and half of her pink hair had been tied into a tiny bun at the back of her head. She looked like she’d slept well, her eyes bright and alert as she waited for me to say something. When I didn’t, she drawled, “How nice of you to finally join us, Blayke. How’s your hand?”
I frowned, my brows furrowing as I glanced at my hands. Nothing was wrong with them.
“My hands?” I asked. Alejandro snorted into his coffee.
“You’re not so good at stifling your moans, Blayke. I walked past your room last night to get water and heard you fucking your fist so hard, I thought your dick was going to break.”
I cracked a grin and moved toward the coffee pot. Reaching above it, I opened the cabinet, happy to find coffee mugs. Pulling one down, I set it on the counter. “So youdidhear me. And here I was, trying to be a decent man and keep it quiet.” I poured coffee into the mug. “Want to know what I was thinking about?”
“Not a regular man who watches porn?” she asked, not even the slightest bit intrigued but, for some reason, was still entertaining me. Andfuck, I was a sucker for it. I lavished in every bit of attention she gave me, even if it was faked and forced.
“I mean, of course, I fucking am,” I told her as I doctored up my coffee, adding enough sugar to turn me diabetic and some cream. “But no, mama, I didn’t watch porn last night.” Turning, I leaned against the counter, a smirk tilting my lips. “I was thinking ofyou.”
She rolled her eyes and handed me a plate of bacon. “Why am I not fucking surprised. You’re a dog, Blayke. Get a woman near you, and you can’t think straight.”
“Oh, I’m thinking straight, alright,” I said, winking at her.
