Jekyll helped me onto my bed, setting a pillow under my bad leg while I drew up my other. “Spread, beautiful,” he ordered, and I opened for him.
He knelt between my legs, running his tongue between my folds as I wove my fingers into his hair and gripped hard.
Sliding a finger inside of me, he sucked on my clit, and I moaned as my body arched into him of its own accord.
And then I heard a strange noise and sat up slightly. “What are you doing?”
He grinned at me from between my legs and went back to singing and I couldn’t stop a snort of laughter. “Oh my god!”
He was humming the ABCs.
“Is it workin’ for you?” he teased.
“Not even a little,” I lied.
Truth be told, he could sing the Star-Spangled Banner and it would work for me... his mouth waseverything.
He kissed the inside of one of my thighs and chuckled.
“Will you please focus?” I hissed.
“I apologize, majesty,” he retorted, returning to his task at hand.
And, lord, he did it better than he’d started off.
“Hyde,” I breathed out.
He added a finger, pumping gently as his mouth worked my clit, and I cried out as my body climaxed around his digits. He slid them out, wrapping his mouth around them and licking them clean.
“Oh my god,” I breathed out. “That was... amazing.”
“You want more?” he asked, hovering over me.
“I don’t know if I can handle more right now.” I stroked his beard. “But now that I know you’re this good, I’m gonna want more tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.”
“I’ll be happy to oblige.” He grinned, kissing me gently. “Ready for bed?”
I nodded and he helped me into panties and shirt before stretching out beside me.
* **
Jekyll
Wednesday night, Ileft Indigo in the competent hands of her father and best friend and rode to the cabin for a meeting with Sundance and the others. Given the amount of shit Wrath and I had gotten the club into, I was prepared for Sundance to rain hell down on us both.
“Well, you two certainly managed to land us smack dab in the middle of the thickest of shit, didn’t you?” Sundance bit out.
He didn’t yell or beat our asses with chains, although he’d certainly be within his rights to do so. Wrath and I had both fucked up, big time, and our club was gonna pay the price. I’d led an unsanctioned mission, and Wrath had killed one of the Kings’ highest-ranking guys. Worst of all, Scrappy was dead, and his blood was on my hands.
“Where’s Scooby?” Orion asked his father.
“Resting,” Sundance replied. “Needles gave him a sedative. He’s out for now,”
“Jesus,” Orion said, dragging his hand down his face.
Sundance dragged his hands down his face. “He’s out for blood. He wants payback for his brother.”
Sundance was putting Scooby’s reaction to his younger brother’s death lightly. Scooby had completely lost it. Busting up the clubhouse, not to mention, a couple of knuckles, from punching a hole in the wall. It took four brothers to wrestle him to the ground before Needles could shoot him up with whatever horse tranquilizer he used to knock him out.
