Page 58 of Property of Player

“You’re right. I did. I own that. I don’t regret being a patched member. I regret letting Dozer hold this damn patch over my head. I’ve wondered a million times if I made the wrong decision. This club is everything to me. I can’t imagine not having that patch on my back, but it cost me you, and I fucking hate that. But in the end, maybe Dozer saved your life. If we’d stayed together, maybe it would have been you with my mother that day. And goddamn, babe, I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

His eyes glaze, and I know he’s giving me a lot by admitting all this. I haven’t been the only one in pain. We both have. “So, where does it all leave us?”

My words are soft, but there’s a shred of hope in them.

He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses it. “It’ll kill me to give you up again, but if you hate the MC, I don’t see a path for us. The Kings of Anarchy are a part of me, burned into my soul, but so are you, Taylor. I swear to you, if you trust me, I’ll burn the fucking town to the ground before I let anyone hurt you again. Me included.”

He means it. Every word. I know him well enough to know that. He makes me feel safe and protected and… loved. I’m just terrified he’ll change his mind and send me away again. Maybe because he thinks he’s protecting me from the danger of the club. I don’t know if I’d survive that again. The last time sent me into a spiral of depression, and I never want to go there again.

“If we’re in this, Player, we’re in this together. It’s the only way this works. If you want me to trust you, you can’t hide stuff from me.”

“As long as it isn’t club business, you got my word.”

What a hypocrite I am, making him swear that to me, when I’m hiding the biggest secret of all.

He carries our bowls to the sink, then turns and lifts me, plopping me on the stainless countertop.

I squeal. “What are you doing?”

“Showing my baby what she means to me.” With that, he steps between my knees and kisses me. Soon, he’s reaching for my shirt, and his hand slide under the hem to close over my satin bra. He squeezes my breasts. A moment later, my shirt is over my head and dropped on the counter next to me. He tugs my bra down, and his mouth closes over one taut nipple. He sucks hard and my back arches, offering myself up.

I hear a sound in the hall and stiffen. Player straightens, chuckling. “You feelin’ shy?”

“I don’t want someone coming in here,” I hiss.

He pulls my shirt out of my reach, teasing me. “But babe, you’ve got such pretty tits.”

“Give me my shirt or you’re dead,” I hiss.

He laughs and tosses it to me.

I tug my bra up and jerk the shirt over my head.

Player scoops me up with his hands on my ass, and I cling to him as he walks me out of the kitchen. “Come on. I want to show my baby what she means to me.”

I cling to him, burying my face in his neck as we pass a prospect.

“You didn’t see a thing, prospect. Got that?” Player barks and flings his door open.

“Yes, sir, VP,” he replies as he moves off.

Player kicks the door shut with his boot and carries me to the bed.

In a matter of seconds, he’s got me naked and on the corduroy bedspread.

His hard body presses on me as he covers me. He’s fully clothed and I’m naked, and the power dynamic is clear. Player’s mouth trails a heated path from my ear down my neck, across my chest, and then climbs each breast to give them equal attention.

My fingers thread through his hair, enjoying every moment. His journey continues, and his mouth moves over my flat belly, blazing a trail down my body.

Player slides off the end of the bed, his knees to the floor, and he drags me to the edge, parts my knees and spreads my thighs wide.

At the first brush of his thumb over my pussy, I jerk with the tingling jolt of sensation.

"I want to taste your pussy," he breathes. The way his voice sounds, taut with need, pulses through my body, pulling a response like I'm his to command, his to do with whatever he desires. I feel another rush of wetness.

Two fingers dip into my wet entrance, and he groans. He brings the wetness up to lubricate my clit as he circles it.

His heated gaze coasts over every inch of me. “Goddamn, girl. Do you know how fucking sexy you are?”