He sighed, opened the refrigerator, and pulled out several bottles of water.He looked around for something he thought she’d eat, but found nothing.He looked through the cupboards and cursed.He couldn’t remember the last time they ate at home.It was always easier to grab something at a bar or a fast-food place.
Dutch had twenty men in his club, but most were nomads and didn’t come around much.Eight of them stayed with him permanently.They had settled in the area several years ago when his second-in-command, Carver, began to fall ill.Dutch had talked to a few friends in other MC clubs and decided to set up a home base near the hospital, where Carver ended up.After he died, he and the eight had decided to stay in the area.Dutch had bought a huge house with enough rooms for everyone, but some had to double up when the whole club was there.That didn’t happen often, and the nomads of the group didn’t like to stay in one area for long.
He thought about which of his men he’d ask to help and pulled out his phone.
“Yeah?”
Dutch rolled his eyes.“Yo, Goose, go pick me up some food.”
“Like what, Boss?”
“Fuck,” he said and ran a hand through his thick hair.“Some crackers and cheese.Some shit like that?”
“What the fuck?When did you start being a pussy?”Goose said and laughed.
“Fuck you.I’ll tell you everything later, or call Ghost or Sarge for information about the situation.”
“Okay, I’ll do that on the way to the store.What do you want me to do with it when I get home?”
“Set it on the counter in the kitchen and then leave.Tell everyone to keep away for a few hours.”
“You got it,” Goose said and hung up.
Dutch didn’t have to ask where he was because he knew he was in some woman’s bed.The man was a hound dog and didn’t know how to keep his cock in his pants.He just hoped the guy didn’t end up with some disease that would kill him.
He wiped a hand down his face before he headed back up to his bedroom.When he got there, he found Naya curled up, her face pressed into a pillow, crying and rocking.Fuck.
He closed his door, stripped off his shirt, and lay back down beside her.He pulled her into his arms.“Hey, I’m back.”
She squinted up at him.“Thank you.It’s bad.”
He nodded.“I suspected it would get worse instead of better for a while.”
He bent his head and started kissing her as his hand slid over her.
“Please,” she murmured against his lips.
They had waited too long.He slid down the bed and pushed her legs apart.He used his fingers to separate her cunt lips and then latched onto her clit.
A scream tore from her mouth, and her body convulsed under him.
Jesus, he could watch her come over and over again, and her cunt tasted like peaches.
