Dean
Six Months Earlier
I lean back against my headboard with my dick in one hand and my phone in the other so I can jack off while watching my tiny dancer as she rides the guy she went home with tonight.
I’m not always lucky enough to see the action—I usually have to use my imagination with the sound from her phone’s microphone—but this idiot left his laptop open on his dresser, pointed right at his bed. His webcam is recording, but he’ll be disappointed to find the file corrupted. He’ll be even more upset when a detective from Thorngrove Sheriff’s Department shows up tomorrow morning with a warrant to search his hard drive.
Sloan moans as she rolls her hips before lifting off of him and spinning into reverse cowgirl, unknowingly giving me a full-frontal view of her perfect body as she tries to hit that spot no one has been able to reach since I’ve been watching her.
“One day,” I say, even though she can’t hear me. “I’ll give you everything you’ve been missing.”
I tighten the grip on my cock as I watch her tits bounce while she fakes her way through an orgasm. It’s an award-winning vocal performance, but the expression on her face is more boredom than ecstasy as she pants and moans until the guy grabs her hips to stop her movements as he comes into the condom she put on him. I watch as she climbs off him and instantly pulls her clothes back on before blowing him a kiss over her shoulder and leaving the room.
The knowledge that she’s been faking it with every asshat she’s fucked the past five years has my own cum spilling onto my hand and stomach. I chuckle as I toss my phone to the side and grab my t-shirt to clean up some of my mess before standing to get in the shower.
Just as I’m walking into the bathroom, a knock on my front door draws my attention. I throw on a pair of joggers and grab my Glock on the way out of my room.
“Axel,” I groan after looking through the peephole. I pocket my gun and open the door. “What the fuck are you doing here this late? You almost got yourself shot!”
As a probie for the Hell Hounds, it’s usually Axel who shows up to drag me to the club when Victor summons me. Little do the Hounds know, he’s also a rookie undercover officer with the Cherokee Falls Police Department.
“Sorry, man,” he pants as he pushes past me. “I decided to head out tonight for Canby. It’s a long ride to Illinois. But I wanted to give you a heads up before I peace out.”
I watch his movements as he rambles. He’s twitchy and seems to be on edge. I can’t help but pray that Victor hasn’t been using him to test the drugs I acquired for the MC last month.
“You know I don’t fuck with that shit, man,” Axel scoffs when I voice my concerns. “I’m just jazzed about finally going to college. Gonna find me a hot professor to turn into my little pet.”
The kid is a genius, but his ADHD tendencies hide it well. I hope he can learn to rein them in while he’s away at school. When I see his eyes glass over like he’s looking at something other than what’s in front of him, I lift my hand and roll my wrist in a “get on with it” gesture.
“Oh, right!” He bounces on his feet, pulling himself back to the conversation at hand. “I overheard a convo between Pres and VP. They’re onto your girl.”
“I don’t have a girl,” I scoff even as my hackles rise at the thought of Sloan.
“The dancer a couple of towns over?” He raises his brows knowingly. “Come on, man. I’ve seen you watching her on your phone a few times, myself. But I didn’t say shit, ‘cause I wouldn’t want their eyes on my woman either. But they spotted yours and they know you’ve been keeping her under wraps for a reason. Just thought you should know.”
“Thanks.” I lift my hand and run it through my hair. “I owe you, man. You’ve got my info if you ever want to cash in a favor.”
As soon as he pulls out of my driveway, I use my burner phone to call Mac. When he confirms that Victor and his Vice President have been looking into my holdings, I thank him before calling my captain at Cherokee Falls PD.
I need to find a way into Thorngrove, and I need to do it now. I won’t be able to protect Sloan from two towns over. I need to be there with her.
It’s time to claim my woman.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sloan
Icould tell Dean was holding something back as we made our way to the bedroom last night, but I decided to let it go for the night. I was already exhausted from everything I’d learned throughout the day—about him andmyself.The fact that I wasn’t bothered by him stalking me for years or listing me as co-owner of all of his possessions was a little unsettling. I should have been terrified by how far he went to get back into my life, but it just made me realize that I’d always craved that level of possession from him. Even in college, I knew deep down that we would be explosive together. After admitting that to myself, I didn’t need more confessions to believe that he’s been mine since we met. I just needed to wash away the day and to crawl into bed with him. So, after a quick shower, we climbed under the covers and spooned until we drifted off to sleep.
When I wake to the feeling of his morning wood poking me in the ass, I realize that sleeping next to him has awoken other needs. For the first time, I’m waking in bed next to the man who’s owned my body for almost ten years.
I gently roll over to face him, admiring the changes to his body since I saw him last. Like the way the sun coming through the window makes the silver ring in his eyebrow glow. I push the covers down until the barbells through his nipples catch the light, too. My eyes trace the lines of swirling black ink covering most of his arms and torso. When they land on the shape of a Dahlia over his left pectoral muscle, my heart rate increases. I really have been with him all this time. And now that I know he’s mine…
I shimmy myself under the covers, trying not to wake him. I lick the underside of his cock slowly, enjoying the taste and weight of him on my tongue as I wrap my lips around his mushroom shaped head and lick the bead of precum from the tip.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans as he reaches under the covers to rest his hand on the back of my head without pushing or trying to guide me in any way.
When I take him to the back of my throat without gagging, his hand clenches in my hair as he lets out another curse. The sting at my scalp makes me hum as I feel the wetness of my arousal coat my thighs.
