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“He has two,” Tank says.
“Why are you here? What the fuck could the BC chapter of the Kings of Anarchy want around these parts?” Rider asks, not making any moves to be closer to his brother.
“Mercer.”
We all look at the man out cold on the floor and then collectively jump at Chewy’s voice.
“Bag ‘im and tag ‘im kids.”
Chapter 15
Mad Dog
“What do you think is gonna happen to Mercer?” Willa asks, as she snuggles into my side in the back of Roman’s fancy ass car.
Marx decided he’d escort Mercer back to the clubhouse in the trunk of his ride. I mean, shit, after Willa knocked him clean the fuck out we figured we were already in trouble. May as well add kidnapping to the list.
“I imagine the club will have some questions they want answered.”
Willa turns to look up at me, green eyes bright in the low light. “And that’s it?”
“Babe, you were there at Switch’s farm. What do you think we'll do with him?”
She stares up at me, searching my face before a smile tugs at her plump lips. “Good.”
I press my lips to her crown, breathing in her floral scent. I still can’t believe she called me her man. I’m over the fucking moon and yet I don’t want to push for more. Not yet, not when I know how skittish she is.
“Mad Dog.”
“Miles,” I murmur, wanting nothing more than to hear my name fall from her lips.
“Miles,” she whispers, peeking up at me through her lashes in such a non-Willa way.
She looks as if she wants to say something, hesitating a moment, her gaze locked on mine before she leans up and sips at my lips. She’s gentle, shy almost and I can’t get enough. This woman in my arms is different from the one I’ve fucked in the past. This is Willa with her walls down. She’s trusting me with her heart and there ain't nothing in the world that will make me ruin that trust.
Wrapping her in my arms I deepen the kiss, licking against the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. She moans softly against me, her tongue meeting mine. After a second, or a minute, or an hour we pull back, just a touch, just enough for me to take in her beauty as she opens her eyes, hazy with lust.
“I need you.”
“I’ve got you, babe. Always.” I press another kiss to her swollen lips before maneuvering her onto my lap.
I spread my legs wide, taking Willa’s with mine until her back is pressed to my chest, her legs spread wide over mine, opening her up for me. One arm wraps around her, my hand resting on her full breast, kneading the soft flesh as my other hand moves to her thigh. My rough fingertips catch a little on the smooth silk of her dress as I slowly gather it in my palm, drawing it up Willa’s over her thick thighs until all I can see in the moonlit backseat of the Russian mafia car is Willa’s creamy skin.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” I murmur when forest green lace is exposed.
My hand drops to the cleft between her legs, fingers hesitating just a moment when I touch soft plump flesh instead of the damp silk I was expecting.
“Crotchless surprise,” Willa whispers huskily before letting out a moan when my finger swipes through her slippery folds. “Fuck,” she hisses and my hips thrust up at the sound. “Please, Miles, I need you, need your cock.”
I press open mouth kisses to her throat, to the sensitive spot behind her ear, to her shoulder as my fingers work. Dipping into Willa’s tight heat, drawing out her cream, painting her core and clit with her essence until she's writhing in my arms, her hips thrusting in the air, greedily trying to get my fingers where she wants them. But I’m not ready to let her run this show. This is her punishment for scaring ten colors of shit out of me while she fought Mercer on her own. I may trust my woman to take care of herself, but that doesn't mean I’m happy about it.
“Stop fucking teasing me,” she demands, but there’s no heat behind it. Not with how breathless she is, how whiny she is.
“When I make love to you it won't be in the backseat of Roman’s car,” I growl.
“But I need you!”
“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Do you trust me?”
