I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good with that.”
“Right. Gonna head back. Wyatt’s climbin’ the walls.”
His new wife was pregnant with their second kid, and very close to delivering, so the club was on alert, ready to help with whatever they might need.
“Okay, brother. We’ll talk later.”
Sundance gave me a chin lift and walked away, and I stepped back into Indigo’s room.
* * *
Indigo
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“Hey, beautiful,” Jekyllsaid, smiling down at me. He was shirtless and I couldn’t help myself from running my fingers over his chest. Tattoos that looked like masterpieces painted by very talented artists covered his body, and I leaned forward to kiss the one over his heart.
I frowned. I couldn’t quite make out exactly what was over his heart. Why couldn’t I see it? I shook my head and sighed.
Who cares? This man’s about to do things to me I can’t even imagine.
Jekyll was currently sliding my shirt off my shoulders as he kissed my neck, his beard causing goosebumps to cover my body. His mouth moved to mine, and I slid my hands up his back as he kissed me deeply.
Weaving my hands into his hair, he wrapped his lips around a nipple, sucking it into a tight bud before biting it gently. I moaned as the sensation went straight to my clit.
Jekyll settled me gently on a soft surface, then kissed his way down my body, sucking my clit into his mouth as he slipped two fingers inside of me. I felt like I was floating, my body arching into his touch.
“Baby,” he whispered.
“Stop talking,” I ordered. “Keep doing what you’re doing.”
“Indigo.”
“How are you able to talk while your mouth is doing such amazing things to me?” I growled.
“GoGo?”
“What?” I snapped, pulled suddenly from my wet dream, my body on fire, and the overwhelming feeling that I either needed to flick the bean or pee.
“You were moaning,” Jekyll said. “You in pain?”
I glared up at him. “No.”
“Well, what’s wrong?”
“Jesus, Hyde, just drop it.”
He cocked his head. “Why are you snappin’ at me?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Nothing.”
“Baby, I know enough about women to know when one of you says ‘nothing,’ it always means something.”
“Well, you have never met anyone like me,” I hissed, squirming as my body thrummed with need.
He leaned a little closer. “You sure you don’t need somethin’?”
Your dick buried deep in my vagina is the only thing I need.
