I pump him faster, thumb rubbing the sensitive spot under the head.
He curls his fingers, pressing inside me just enough to make my thighs shake.
“Ghost—”
“Bonnie—”
We’re both panting, chasing the edge, when the door slams open so hard the wall shakes.
I yelp, yanking the blanket to my chin. “Jesus Christ! Knock!”
Ash storms into the room, fully dressed in jeans and his cut, face like a thunderstorm. Titan is right behind him, equally dressed and equally pissed.
Ghost sits up immediately, all traces of sexual energy gone. His whole body tenses, muscles coiling like he’s preparing for a fight. “What happened?”
“Someone broke into my office,” Ash says without preamble. His voice is tight.
“When?” Ghost is moving, throwing off the blankets and reaching for his jeans on the floor.
“Last night. Sometime between midnight and six this morning.” Ash’s jaw works like he’s grinding his teeth. “Came in to do paperwork before breakfast and found the place ransacked. Drawers pulled out. Papers everywhere. Someone tore through everything. The test result is gone.”
“Fuck.”
Ghost yanks his jeans on and grabs a shirt from his dresser. “Who had access?”
“Anyone in the clubhouse.” Ash runs both hands through his hair, making it stand up in all directions. “I locked the door like always, but it’s not exactly Fort Knox. Anyone with basic lock-picking skills could get in.”
“So we’re looking at every brother in the compound,” Titan says from his position by the door. He’s got his arms crossed over his chest, biceps straining against his shirt. “Plus any of the girls who were hanging around last night.”
I swing my legs out of bed and plant my feet on the cold floor. There goes our peaceful morning. There goes pretending the world could just pause for a day.
“I need breakfast,” I announce, standing up and looking around for pants. Ghost’s sweatpants are nearby and I yank them on.
“Bonnie—” Ash starts.
“No. I’m not dealing with more club drama on an empty stomach.” I head for the door, pushing past Titan. “You three figure out who the traitor is. I’m making toast.”
“Bonnie, this is serious?—”
“I know it’s serious. That’s why I need carbs.” I stop in the doorway and look back at them. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Come get me when you’ve solved the mystery of the missing paternity test.”
I head to my room first. The door creaks when I push it open. In the bathroom, I turn on the faucet. The pipes groan beforewater sputters out. I splash cold water on my face, scrubbing away the remnants of sleep. My reflection stares back at me—pale, tired, hair a mess from sleeping on Ghost’s chest.
I grab my toothbrush and squeeze toothpaste onto the bristles. Brush my teeth thoroughly, trying to wake up properly. The mint taste cuts through the fog in my head.
When I’m done, I pull my hair back into a ponytail. A few strands escape but I don’t bother fixing them. Good enough.
Back in the bedroom, I open my dresser and pull out clean clothes. Gray sweatpants and a black tank top that actually fits me instead of drowning me in fabric.
I strip off Ghost’s clothes and pull on my own. His scent clings to my skin underneath. I’ll shower later. Right now, I need food more than I need to be clean.
I leave my room and head for the stairs.
The compound is awake now. Fully awake. Not the quiet half-asleep shuffle of early morning, but actual movement and noise. Brothers move through hallways, boots heavy on the wooden floors. Doors open and close. Someone shouts something about needing a wrench from the garage.
“—someone broke into the president’s office?—”
“—middle of the fucking night?—”
