I reached into my shower and turned the water on. Not bothering to let it heat up, I stepped in, hissing as the cold spray smacked me in the chest. It hadn’t mattered that she’d gotten him to back down on her own. The minute he’d touched her, I’d lost my senses. No one would’ve been able to talk me down. My brothers hadn’t even tried. Cypher was right, I might have done permanent damage to someone last night, and honestly, I didn’t even care. He touched what belonged to me.
She didn’t really. At least not yet. And I’d been fighting the urge to make her mine for a while now. I hadn’t been ready before. Didn’t think settling down would be worth it. I was re-examining that idea now.
Rae had been the only one who had tried to stop me. Hearing her calling out my name in that soft, slightly melodious, voice of hers had only riled me up further. Someone had touched her after she’d told them no.
I slapped a hand against the tiled wall and dunked my head under the spray of the shower head. I was still too worked up over this. And I didn’t even know why. It hadn’t been a lie when I told my brothers that I found Rae hot. She was sexy as hell. And we sure as hell didn’t like when men didn’t take no for an answer. But this was more than that.
It was rare for me to lose control the way I had. Rae just called to me for some reason. She brought out this overly protective side in me. Which was why I’d mostly given her a wide berth for the last few years. She’d moved here three years ago. I frowned when I realized that was when I’d started taking on more and more with Sentry Securities. Why had that never occurred to me before?
I’d spoken to her the day of Brandon’s funeral. My cousin, Jay, had asked me to handle a couple of things so he and his wife Mary could focus on their other children and what they neededto do to lay Brandon to rest. That was the first time I’d talked with Rae for more than a few seconds at a time.
I still remembered the first day I’d seen her. She’d come out of one of the local grocery stores and I’d been floored. She’d been in black jeans, a black t-shirt with some punk band name on it, and had been wearing the brightest smile I’d ever seen. It was a good thing I was still sitting on my bike waiting for one of my brothers to finish whatever the fuck he’d been doing because she might’ve knocked me on my ass otherwise.
As she passed she met my gaze, smiled even brighter—though I wasn’t sure how it was possible—and said hello in that soft, eager way of hers. I nodded at her, completely dumb struck and unable to return her greeting. She’d continued on her way unfazed by my lack of response. From that point on, if I saw her coming, I went the opposite way.
I wasn’t embarrassed by my response to her. I just knew she was fucking dangerous. At that time, I hadn’t been looking for anything more than I already had in my life. Money, work, and the occasional fuck were all that I needed.
Now? A lot had changed in three years. Sighing, I scowled down at my dick. Just thinking about her made me hard. “Shit.”
I knew better than to ignore my hard-on. I would just lay down and end up picturing her anyway. Seemed I couldn’t get her out of my head once I started thinking about her these days. Grabbing a hold of my cock, I groaned as I imagined it was Rae’s hand. If she was going to plague every damn thought, she was going to help me get rid of some tension.
Reaching over, I pumped some three in one soap into my palm then stroked it over my dick. Closing my eyes, I pictured her on her knees, her big brown eyes staring up at me as she opened her mouth. Her pink lips would part, tongue peeking out. I just knew she would give me the best head, her sweet lips wrapped around my cock. Huffing out a breath, I put my freehand against the tile again, steadying myself as I pumped my fist over my length. Scythe mentioning her red lips on my dick last night had put images in my head that were almost enough to make me fucking come in my jeans. That was why I’d gotten so pissed at him.
Imaginary Rae stuck her tongue out, blinking up at me innocently as she waited for me to come in her mouth. Fuck. I wasn’t wasting any time drawing this out. I wanted to come so I could get her out of my head. The more time she spent there the worse it would be for me.
My balls drew up and the pressure built. My fist tightened and my movements sped up. The pleasure was fucking electric as I fantasized about her begging me. She was desperate to touch me, but I’d ordered her to stay where she was. It was torture to me, because having her hands and mouth on me would be like a fucking dream come true, but I needed to give myself some kind of punishment for doing this. I was supposed to be leaving her alone, not dreaming about all the things I wanted to do to her.
“Fuck, Rae,” I growled as cum shot out of my cock and coated the shower wall. My breaths came fast and hard as I released my dick and put both hands on the wall. My damn knees were practically shaking. That was what she did to me. She had the power to put me down on my knees if she wanted to.
Smacking off the water, I dried myself off and forced all thoughts of the gorgeous woman out of my mind as I dragged on a pair of sweats and flopped down onto my bed. None of us had slept last night, so I was going to get some shut eye before Cypher ended up calling us back to the clubhouse. It didn’t matter what I should or shouldn’t be doing, I knew exactly what I was going to dream about.
CHAPTER 5
Raeleen
Ipoked my head in through the doorway and looked around. My eyes widened as I stepped inside The Berserker’s Rage clubhouse. No one was ever allowed in here. Harlow had been trying to get invited in for years, ever since Cypher had settled here and created the club. No surprise, she was nosey and pushy. What was a surprise was that she hadn’t charmed her way in yet.
Clasping my hands together in front of me, I wandered further into the building. It didn’t look like what I’d expect of a biker clubhouse. There were no naked women draped over the tables. Though there was a huge bar on one side of the room. There were tables and couches and a massive pool table in one area. “Hello?” I called out.
My voice echoed around the room and I glanced around curiously. I was just about to go back outside when Warrant came down the hallway on the wall the bar was on.
“There you are,” he said with a grin.
“Um…” I gave him a weak smile. “Ainsley asked me to meet her here.” She’d texted me about half an hour ago.
“Actually, I did,” he replied.
Blinking at him, I stammered, “Wh-what?”
“I used her phone to text you.”
“Why?”
“Two reasons,” he said, motioning for me to come closer, “I don’t have your number, and you might not have come if I’d asked you to meet me here.”
He was right. On both counts. I stepped closer to him, wondering what was going on. “Why am I here?” I knew how devious and mischievous Warrant was, so I was on high alert, I just didn’t know why.
He grinned at me. “Want a drink?” He walked over to the bar and poured two shots before I could answer.
