Page 15 of High Velocity

She snorted with laughter as she leaned her head against his chest.“That was a long time coming.”Realizing what she’d said, her head snapped up to meet Roark’s gaze.

His mouth quirked with a grin.“Yeah?Maybe next time we do that with our clothes off.”

Charli felt her eyes widen even as her sex pulsed anew.Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her bra and t-shirt.And Roark took notice as he glanced down at the pinpoints before staring into her eyes.

“You like the sound of that?”He swept his thumb across her bottom lip, and she chased it with her tongue, moistening her mouth.“Yeah, you do.”He leaned his forehead against hers.“Jesus, Charli.How the hell am I supposed to go back out there after this and act like nothing happened?Like my cock isn’t still rock hard, needing your pussy?”

Charli couldn’t contain the whimper, imagining their naked bodies writhing together.She clung to Roark, searching for words that wouldn’t come.Turns out she didn’t need them as Roark kissed her temple and pulled back, lifting her chin so their eyes would meet.

“I’ll go out first.Take all the time you need.”

He slowly backed away, and Charli couldn’t help but steal a glance where his jeans still strained from his rigid cock.

“Don’t.”

Charli’s gaze snapped to his but could still see him palm his crotch, adjusting himself.

“Unless you want me to strip you down and bury this deep inside you, and fuck how much noise we make or who hears.”

Charli pulled her lower lip between her teeth, causing Roark to groan.

“Dammit, Charli, stop looking so goddamn inviting.”

She laughed.“Ha, well, back atcha.”She smiled when he barked with laughter.

“If I had time for a cold shower, it still wouldn’t be enough.”He started to turn when she called out to him.

“You said you needed something.”His brow rose.“You came in for something.”

“Yeah.”He shook his head and walked past her, grabbing three leather cuts.

How had she forgotten he was now a member of the Sons of Sin?The Sergeant-at-Arms, no less.Three cuts.Owen and Bradley’s as well as Roark’s?Seemed logical.

“Harvey told me you’re the Sergeant-at-Arms, but Bradley doesn’t have a position?”

“Uh, yeah, and no.I mean, I’m the SAA, but Bradley is just a member.He’s in charge of all operations here at the track and handles much of the paperwork for our businesses.Permits, licenses, and so on.You said Harvey caught you up on a lot?”

“Yes.He told me you spent twelve years in the Army, that the Club owns the track along with an excavation company, a gun shop, and a shooting range.And one of the members, Stacks, bought The Grill, which is run by his wife, Marlo.Who is adorable, and I like her a lot.”

“Yeah, she’s a sweet gal.So, you really planning on buying Harvey’s shop?”

“That’s the plan.”

He remained silent, staring intently at her.

“What?”Charli said, almost self-conscious.

“What?”

“Why are you staring at me.”

“Admiring the beautiful artwork, wondering about its meaning.Thinking about getting caught up with you.Finding out what you’ve been doing for the past twenty years.Take your pick.”

Charli dropped her gaze and took a breath before facing Roark again, only shaking her head

He scrunched his brows and stepped closer, grazing his knuckles down Charli’s cheek.“What happened, Charli?”

She shook her head again.“Doesn’t matter.It’s in the past, and I’m here now.Back where I belong.Where I never should have left.”