“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry; give me a fuckin’ kiss.”
Laughter bubbles up out of me as I stretch up on my tiptoes to throw my arms around his neck. He picks me up, pressing me tight against his front. Our lips crash together. My mouth opens the second his tongue touches my lips and he strokes inside. Liquid fire flows straight to my core. We stay like that for a while, kissing, licking, groaning into each other’s mouths.
Behind us someone clears his throat. “Romeo’s lookin’ for you, bro.”
Dante releases me and I slowly slide down his body until my feet hit solid ground. He’s got a healthy erection straining the front of his jeans that I’d love to take care of for him.
“Thanks, Wolf. I’ll be right there.” His eyes never leave my face.
He waits until the door closes before saying anything. “Romeo’s our Prez. Keep quiet unless I tell you it’s okay and then keep it short and polite.”
I should be offended by that, shouldn’t I? I’m not though, because I’m terrified of meeting the rest of the Iron Bulls MC. Their reputation in this area is well known and downright frightening.
And I’m willingly walking into their clubhouse dressed like something out of porno.
Dante
I’m a sick motherfucker.Karina’s fear of entering the packed clubhouse is obvious, yet it’s turning me on something fierce.
As I reach out to wrap my fingers around the door handle, she squeezes my hand, tugging me backward.
“Dante, what should I call you?”
Interesting question.
Moving her away from the door, I cup her cheek as I consider my answer.
“Dante.”
She nods and tries to pull away from me, but I stop her with a hand on her shoulder. “Hey.” I lean over and whisper in her ear, “Fucking love when we’re alone and you call me daddy, baby girl. But that’s our thing we share. Don’t like my brothers in my business. Not with you.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Now come on, Prez don’t like to be kept waitin’.” I curl my arm over her shoulders and guide her inside.
Inside is something out of abad seventies porn—maybe three cocks away from a full-blown orgy. Next to me, Karina presses herself into my body so tight she’s practically up inside me.
Romeo’s at the bar, so I point us in that direction. I take the stool next to him and have Karina perch her hot little ass on my lap. Takes me a minute to realize she has her backpack with her, as she slips it off and sets it on the floor.
Romeo shakes his head at me. “You bringing school girls into my club now?” Since I’ve known him for fuckin’ ever, I can tell he’s joking. Karina doesn’t know, so she clings to me even tighter.
Romeo leers at her and gives her a wolfish grin. “How old are you, sugar?” Karina’s big, blue eyes blink up at me and I nod.
“Eighteen,” she answers.
“Yeah?”
He thrusts his chin at me. “You check her I.D.?”
“She’s fuckin’ legal. Stop being a dick. She’s living up at the cabin with me.”
Romeo raises an eyebrow, as the significance of that sinks in. He knows damn well I never bring bitches to my home.
“Gonna show her the chapel?”
Am I gonna claim her as my ol’ lady? Lay her out on the big, oak table with our Iron Bulls MC logo carved in the middle, and fuck her in front of every one of my brothers?
