“Oh my god, Havoc, what are you doing?” Sasha squeaks, trying to cover her pussy with her hands.
“It’s a bit late for that, darling,” I snicker, easily grabbing both her hands with one of mine. She has bones like a bird. “I’m just looking. And cleaning you up.”
She sputters. “Then get a washcloth! Oh my god,” she says again when I drop my face low.
“Hmm,” I muse, gently pressing my thumb against her clit. “A bit red and swollen, but you’ll be fine tomorrow.”
Before she can get a word in, I thrust my tongue into the hole I just bred, cleaning her up like I promised.
“Daddy!” she squeals, the nickname sounding like it came out naturally.
I groan at our combined tastes, licking until she’s trembling again. When I feel her muscles start to twitch, I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard, pushing her over the edge again.
“Good girl,” I murmur when I come up for air. “Need to get you used to coming whenever I want you to. I’m enjoying it too fucking much.”
“You… You’re terrible”, she sighs, covering her face with her arm.
Her legs are still shaking, and I lightly slap the side of her thigh, making her jolt and give me a cute glare. Then I crawl over her and kiss her forehead.
“Do you need anything, darling?” I murmur, feeling more content than I have in years. “Food? A drink?”
“Oh. I could go and?—”
“Nope,” I interrupt. “You’re not going out there looking and smelling freshly fucked. I’m bound to shoot a brother for looking at you too long.”
She giggles like I’m joking. She’ll learn.
“Alright then,” she concedes. “I guess I could have some of Ruth’s lemonade.”
I wink at her and hop up to find my pants.
“One pitcher of lemonade for my girl, coming right up.”
13
SASHA
Istretch languidly across the rumpled sheets, my body humming with satisfaction. Every muscle feels loose, like I’m floating. My thighs ache pleasantly, and there’s a delicious soreness between my legs that reminds me with each tiny movement that I’m no longer a virgin.
Havoc’s scent lingers on the pillow—leather and cedar and something uniquely him. I press my face into it and breathe deeply, replaying everything that just happened. The way he touched me. The things he said. How he called me his girl before going to get my lemonade.
His girl.
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, a smile playing on my lips despite everything else happening in my life. In the middle of all this darkness—Dad’s murder, the threat against me, being trapped in this clubhouse—something beautiful bloomed. Something I never expected.
But where is he? It’s been at least fifteen minutes since he left. How long does it take to grab some lemonade from the kitchen?
I sit up, wincing slightly at the new sensations, and glance toward the door. Maybe Ruth cornered him with questions. Orworse, maybe everyone out there took one look at him and knew exactly what we’d been doing.
God, what if they all know? What if they judge him for being with me?
I tug the sheet up to cover my nakedness, suddenly feeling vulnerable. What if Havoc regrets what happened? What if he’s out there right now, wondering how to tell me this was a mistake?
I shake my head, refusing to spiral. No. I felt how much he wanted me. I heard the possessiveness in his voice, felt it in his touch. This wasn’t casual for him.
I wait another five minutes before giving up. Something must have happened—Havoc wouldn’t just leave me here naked and alone after what we just shared.
With a sigh, I roll out of bed and gather my scattered clothes from the floor. My cheeks warm as I remember how frantically they came off, how desperate we both were. I slide into my panties and jeans, wincing slightly at the new tenderness between my thighs.
