That day had scared me, too.
He let out a small whine under his breath and shifted around in his sleep. My heart crumpled.
As silently as possible, I stalked around the bed until I could look at his face, and a fresh rage clawed through me. Will had the nicest lips. They were a rich pink and the bottom one was soft. I remembered how sweet his mouth was against mine. I touched my lips. His beard framed his mouth, the dark hair making it even more entrancing.
Shaking my head, I leaned down to plant a kiss on his temple. He didn’t stir. Carefully, I retraced my steps and headed out. I closed his door behind me and paid attention so I wouldn’t squeak the hinges.
I knew everything about this house we shared.
Jaw tight, I headed outside to my Triumph—a Bonneville Bobber. A couple of the guys at the clubhouse had laughed at me when I’d bought it last year, especially when I’d modified it and put on a passenger seat, but I loved the classic look of the design and the black-and-orange paint job. Besides, it went over a hundred miles per hour, like everyone else’s bike. Why shouldn’t I ride it? Not everyone had to plant their ass on a Harley.
I walked my baby down the street before I started the engine so I wouldn’t wake Will with the noise, then flew through the empty streets back to the clubhouse. The wind rushing past my ears didn’t clear my head. It didn’t take me nearly long enough to get there.
When I stormed in the front door of the clubhouse, the short entrance hallway was nearly impassable because Jester had Bliss up against a wall with his legs wrapped around his waist, hammering into his body. Bitterness smacked me as I slipped by. Last second, I slapped Jester’s ass and had to chuckle as he grunted but ignored me and kept going.
The party was still in full swing, and everyone and their brother and at least three friends had shown up while I wasgone. One of the overhead lights had been smashed since I’d left, which King was going tolove, leaving part of the room near the pool table lost in deep shadow. I could barely make my way into the barroom. It would only be a matter of time before Josh got up on the bar and started ordering a few people out—for his own sanity.
I searched around for King and didn’t see him in the mess. With a bit of maneuvering, I got to the other side of the room and went back the long hallway. I’d escaped in the nick of time because someone switched the blaring rock music to techno dance crap. I gritted my teeth. I couldn’t stand that shit. There was a light shining from the crack under King’s office door. I didn’t bother knocking.
The first thing that caught my eye when I shoved open the door was Dallas on the floor between King’s spread thighs. King was sprawled like royalty on a leather couch to my left, and God and everyone in the club had seen his cock, but Dallas didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. I gaped at the view. Even though I loved Will, a show was a show. That boy had a perky ass.
King lazily pointed at me, but the snarl on his face said it all. His boyfriend was off-limits. I would’ve felt the same way.
Smiling, I retreated behind the door.
“Wanna talk, King,” I called into the room.
“Goddamn it. Mother fuck. This can’t wait?”
“No.”
He growled. “Blue balls don’t make me friendly.”
There was a beautiful sound, a moan that didn’t come from King and some slurping.
I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, well, I don’t give a fuck,” I fired back, my anger stoking in my belly again. “What the fuck are you doing in here anyway when you’ve got that piece of shit Demon outside?”
“How’d you find out about—fuck, don’t stop, Sweetness.” King let out a growl that sounded so much like sex that a tingle shot through my stomach. It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone. I’d been waiting on Will to get better, and I was so hard up that just listening to my slut of a president get it on had my gears turning. Guess that made me one, too. “Damn. Give me five, PD, or I’ll toss your ass in the lake.”
I slammed his office door but didn’t go far. If he thought I was going to wander off and get drunk and forget about this, he was seriously mistaken. I crossed my arms and leaned against the hallway wall. I waited out some heavy-duty moans—not King’s—and even gave him an extra ten minutes, but then I decided I’d cooled my jets long enough. When I pushed open the door again, King was pulling his shirt over his head and Dallas was draped on the couch with an arm flung over his eyes and a blanket laid over him. His brown hair was on the long side and had turned into an all-over-the-place mess.
“Get in here,” King said as he smoothed his black T-shirt down. “What’s so fucking important on a party night?” He ran his hands over his silvering honey-brown hair, then scratched at the scruff on his chin while he looked over Dallas.
I snorted. “Are you really not going to do anything with that fucking Demon tonight?”
King held up a finger in my direction, and I clenched my hands into fists. He got down on one knee and traced his hand along Dallas’s chin, then kissed him like he was leaving for war.
“King,” I snarled.
He rose, and the expression on his face was somewhere between amusement and sadness. “I know why you’re wound up, but you ever walk in on Dallas naked again, and you don’t leave without me telling you to get the fuck out, I’ll pluck out your eyeballs and save ’em for later.” He smiled, and my stomach flipped as he slapped a hand to my shoulder.
“Oh, fuck off,” I grumped, and he laughed, giving me a shove. “He shook his ass all around for us once.”
“Point stands.” He snuck a sneaky look at the man in question. What the hell had King done to him to wreck him so bad? My mind went into overdrive and my face heated. King nodded toward the door and slipped a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket, still staring at Dallas.
We were barely in the hallway before he was tearing the plastic off the pack. He let the trash fall to the floor as we walked, and by the time we were through the crush of the party, he had a lit cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He took a deep drag and stomped across the driveway toward the shed.
