“I’m not going to last.” She threw an arm over her eyes. “Oh, God, Saint, I’m not going to last.”
She swore she could feel his lips curl into a smile against her sex. “You loved sucking my cock that much, huh?” He shoved his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, and the world whited out.
She screamed as the orgasm slammed into her. Suddenly and devastatingly, pleasure ripped through her in violent waves. Her back arched off the couch, thighs clamping around his head as she shattered, coming so hard she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and could only shake beneath his relentless mouth.
After, she melted into the couch, exhausted and shaken from the power of the swift and brutal orgasm.
“Damn, I am good. What was that, fifteen seconds?”
She lifted her head and flipped him off as she laughed, finding him crawling up her body, still gloriously naked and smirking.
Ice flooded her veins. No. Oh no, he could not make her laugh. Getting each other off was one thing, but teasing and laughing? That was dangerous. He either needed to shut up or say something obnoxious before she started drifting toward hazardous thoughts, such as she might actually like this guy.
Saint sighed and let his forehead fall to her chest. “Fuck. I have to get to the clubhouse,” he muttered against her shirt.
To meet with your father.
Welp, that did the trick.
She wasn’t laughing anymore.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SAINT STRODE INTO the clubhouse with his usual outward confidence—easy gait, loose shoulders—but anxiety churned beneath the surface. Letting Copper down sucked. Worse, he’d done it knowing his president would eventually learn the truth about Jason’s treatment of Beth. Knowing Copper would view it as a betrayal of trust.
And still he’d done it. Like he’d done other things with Beth that Copper would hate even more, but one sin at a time.
“Hey, brother,” Zach said, looking up from the bar. Maverick and Jigsaw were there, too, as was Rocket.
Saint slowed.
Well, fuck. Had the club’s entire executive board gathered to kick his ass? Or strip his patch? Maybe they’d be merciful and only demote him from Baby Enforcer to plain old club member. The thought twisted something sharp and dug in his chest. He’d worked hard for his position. And he valued it, knowing one day he’d fully take the role over from Zach.
Knowing he fucked with their ability to trust him would hurt almost as much as exile. “What’s going on?” he asked as he came to a stop in the middle of the space.
Copper strode out of his office. He didn’t rush. Didn’t scowl. Just watched Saint with flat, unreadable eyes, his expression hidden beneath his auburn beard.
“Everyone, head out,” Copper said calmly. “I need five minutes with Saint.”
Here it comes.
Zach glanced between them, curiosity blatant in his raised eyebrow, but he kept his questions to himself. “Sure thing, Prez.”
The room emptied fast. The door shut behind them with a soft click that sounded louder than it ever had.
“I had a long talk with Beth this morning,” Copper said, folding his arms across his massive chest.
Saint kept his face neutral. Copper didn’t know Beth had come to him first. He didn’t know what she’d divulged. Nor did he know she sucked his brain out through his dick less than an hour ago.
Thank fuck.
They stood twenty feet apart. Far enough that Copper couldn’t reach him if he decided to throw a punch. Close enough that Saint felt every ounce of his president’s scrutiny.
“Okay…”
“If you’d gotten to her ten minutes later…”
“But I didn’t.”
