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  She gasped, breaking the kiss, and letting her head fall back.

  For someone who lost her virginity only a week ago, she was passionate as hell. “You going to let me fuck this sweet pussy again, Beauty?”

  “God, yes.” Her dark eyes snapped to mine. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling from the kiss we just shared.

  I grinned, running my thumb over her bottom lip.

  “My dad and his crew are throwing a party Friday night. I never attend them but I’ll be at my brother’s place instead of at home.” Zillah fisted my shirt, pulling me closer. “I need you to come over.”

  “Yeah?” I nipped her chin. “And why would I do that?”

  “Because … Because I’ve never felt this before. This need for someone. For something. You … You make me feel …”

  “What?” I whispered.

  “Alive.”

  Before I could stop myself, I had her head in my hands and my mouth fused to hers. Tilting her head back even more, I forced her mouth open with my tongue and fucked my way between her lips.

  Zillah grabbed onto my waist, pulling me closer and ground against me.

  My dick twitched, aching for a release it hadn’t been given in seven long days. Jerking off wasn’t cutting it. I craved her pussy. I needed it constantly. Soaking, wet, drenched for me.

  Laying her back on the table, I moved a hand to her hip and slid it beneath her dress.

  “Tray,” she whispered against my lips.

  I shouldn’t go further, knowing someone could interrupt us at any time. But my dick thought differently.

  Releasing her head, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the table. “I saw the way that kid was looking at you,” I said, brushing the scruff of my jaw along her cheek.

  “What kid?” she asked, her eyes wide.

  “You know who I mean.” I gently bit her ear. “Do you like him?”

  “I just met him today,” she panted.

  “Really.” I wasn’t jealous, but she also didn’t need to know that. I was willing to stake my claim and let every fucker she came across know that she had been fucked good and hard. I didn’t care what I had to do for it. Her pussy was mine and mine only.

  “Tray.” She arched beneath me. “I don’t want anyone else. Whatever’s going through your head, stop it.” Her gaze was hard as she pushed me back. “Don’t be a jealous asshole. I see that shit enough from the guys in my dad’s crew.”

  “Jealous?” I chuckled, grabbing her hand and pulling her against me. “I ain’t got shit to be jealous over, little girl.” In a quick move, I had her bent over the table with her arm twisted behind her back. “Isn’t that right?”

  She whimpered, her eyes dilating.

  “Hmm …” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “It seems like someone enjoys being thrown around. Is that what you’re into, Zillah? You want me to fuck you good and hard all the while bruising this caramel skin?”

  She swallowed hard, her cheeks reddening. “I want to feel your hands on me, marking me, because you can’t get enough. I want you to lose control.”

  I paused, hovering over her. Holy fucking shit. Shock tore through me at her words. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  Zillah nodded, chewing her bottom lip.

  I pulled her upright and hooked an arm around her middle. “Say it.”

  “Yes,” she said, her voice firm.

  A slow grin spread on my face. “Then hold on to the fucking table.”

  (Zillah)

  I waited with anticipation. It was almost as good as the sex itself, knowing that Tray would eventually give me what I wanted. No matter how much I begged or pleaded with him to go fast, he took his time. Giving me every inch of him.

  With his hand wrapped around my throat, he trailed the other one down the center of my torso until he cupped my pussy.

  “Nice and hot, Beauty.” He ground into me, his hot breath fanning the back of my neck. “Is this what you want? All of it, Zillah?”

  I swallowed hard, my mouth going dry at the delicious promise laced in his deep voice. “Y-yes.”

  “You don’t seem so sure.” He inched his hand beneath my dress, trailing his fingers up the length of my inner thigh. Shivers trembled through me. The undying want I had for this man yielded me powerless. All I could do was stand there, entranced in his domination over my mind and body.

  “I’m sure. I’m absolutely fucking sure.” I gripped the sides of the table tighter.

  He chuckled, brushing the scruff of his beard along my cheek. “Come home with me tonight.” Pushing his fingers beneath the thin fabric of my panties, a deep rumble left him. “Fucking drenched. Already, baby?”

  I whimpered. “I need you to fill me.”

  “Fuck, Zillah.” Tray inserted two fingers inside me, pushing as deep as my body would allow.

  My arms shook, my legs trembled at the slow burn of ecstasy he was allowing me to have. “Please.”

  “Tell me you’ll come home with me.” He pulled my head back, leaning it against his shoulder. “Say it, Zillah.”

  “Yes,” I cried. “I’ll do anything just please fuck me.”

  “My little girl’s aching for it?” He pulled his fingers free from my body, the clank of a belt buckle sounding soon after.

  “Yes. It hurts, Tray.” God, I was desperate for him. Was it always like this? Was everyone this connected with their partner? No. It couldn’t be. I was naïve when it came to a lot of things but I also read. This wasn’t like my dirty romance books. No. This was more. So much more.

  “Let me take care of this ache then.” He lifted my dress, the cool air washing over my heated skin. Pulling my panties to the side, he thrust into me.

  I cried out, my pussy clamping down around his cock.

  “So fucking tight.” Tray groaned, holding himself still.

  I could feel him everywhere, but it wasn’t enough. Pushing back, I took him deeper, my body sliding down the length of him until his thick girth filled me completely.

  “Shit, baby. Your pussy is so damn hot. Have you been aching for it this whole time? Since a week ago?”

  I nodded, chewing my bottom lip. “Yes.”

  “Good.” Tray leaned back and grabbed both my hips. “You better be quiet, Beauty. I don’t need your dad kicking my ass for having my dick deep inside his daughter.”

  My cheeks burned. “Oh, God.” My core clenched.

  “Hmm, it seems someone likes the idea of being caught.”

  “Yes,” I whispered. God, what the hell was wrong with me?

  Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door.

  My eyes widened.

  Tray cupped my jaw, holding me against him and sped up his hips.

  “Zillah?” came River’s voice. “You in there?”

  “Tray,” I whispered, not wanting to get caught but wanting him to keep going just the same.

  “I wonder what he would do if he heard you getting fucked good and hard,” Tray murmured against my throat. “Think he would run and tell your daddy that his little girl is getting filled with cock?”

  Holy shit. My body trembled, a powerful release racking through me.

  Tray chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

  “Zillah.” The knock came again.

  “Oh, God.” I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t keep quiet while Tray was giving it to me good and hard. “I’ll be out in a moment,” I called out, surprised that I was able to get it together enough to form a sentence.

  “Your dad’s looking for you,” River said through the closed door.

  “Okay,” I told him.

  “I’m going to have to up my game next time if you can form a proper sentence while my cock’s inside you.” Tray stepped back, his length falling free from my body.

  I shivered at the loss, glancing at him over my shoulder.

  “Just for that—” he pointed to the floor “—you’re going to suck me off.”

 
I licked my lips, my gaze dropping to the heavy weight between his legs. Pushing free from the table, I knelt in front of him.

  “So fucking perfect.” He brushed the back of his hand down my cheek. “Suck me good and hard because I’m going to come down this pretty little throat.”

  Reaching out for him, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. “Teach me.”

  His nostrils flared. “Open.”

  My mouth parted, the scent of my arousal coating him, wafting into my nose. It made the ache between my legs become more pronounced. Even after the delicious orgasm he had given me already.

  “Don’t you dare touch yourself,” he said with a rough command. “Your orgasms are mine.”

  Taking a deep breath, I closed my lips around the tip of his cock and took him as deep as I could go. I grabbed his hip with my free hand for support and so I wouldn’t touch myself. Pleasing him was almost as good as the sex itself.

  “So fucking good,” he groaned, curling his hand in my hair. “Take a deep breath, Beauty. I’ll show you what I like.”

  I nodded, inhaling deep.

  “Ready?”

  I released him. “Show me,” I said, licking my lips.

  Tray latched on to my hair, taking a step toward me, and held my head between his hands. “Open. Wide.”

  I did as he said at the same time he thrust into my mouth. I jumped, trying hard not to bite him.

  “Fuck me. So good. So damn good. If you gag, it’s normal. Don’t be alarmed.”

  I nodded, taking him further between my lips. His cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes brimmed over with unshed tears. My mouth burned at being stretched wide. But the pleasure I got from making him feel good was worth it all.

  “I’m going to come down this tight throat and you’re going to swallow it,” he grit out. “Aren’t you?”

  I moaned, encouraging him to keep going.

  “Fucking hell.” His body tensed, his hips stopping while his release coated my tongue and slid down my throat.

  I swallowed, tasting the salty essence that made up Tray.

  He released me, pulling free from my lips, and righting his pants. He reached a hand out.

  I placed my hand in his, letting him pull me to my feet.

  “So good,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over the corner of my mouth. “Open.”

  I stuck out my tongue.

  He pushed the digit between my lips. “Every last drop. It’s all yours.”

  Closing my lips around his thumb, I watched his nostrils flare when I licked the rough pad. “I have to close up shop tonight but after …”

  “After,” he repeated.

  I stared up at him, not exactly sure what I was expecting. “I’m yours.”

  HER WORDS SHOULDN’T have bothered me, but they did. They cut deep. I never had something that belonged to me. Although Catch and I had shared several months together, he was never in fact mine. No matter how much he thought he was in love with me, he wasn’t. I knew it even though he didn’t. But Zillah saying that she was mine bothered me in a way I didn’t understand.

  “Tray?” She frowned. “Something wrong?”

  I grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles before pulling her against me and crushed my mouth to hers. I needed a distraction. To take us both out of our heads. With her, I lost control. I wasn’t used to it. I would never be used to it, but I found that I wanted to try and give up some of that anger that had threatened to consume me since the day my mother died. I just didn’t know how.

  “What’s wrong?” Zillah asked against my mouth.

  “Nothing.” I kissed her nose and pulled away. “I’ll see you tonight.” I left the small room as much as I didn’t want to. Everything inside of me screamed to go back to her. To just take her away and let it be us and no one else. She was young. Vibrant. Carefree. She needed more out of life than a grumpy old fucker who was still single at thirty-eight.

  My thoughts argued with themselves, contradicting the other as I fought to figure out what was right and what was wrong.

  Quickly making my way out of the shop, I was thankful no one important saw me. With my head bowed, I popped the collar of my leather jacket and headed to my SUV that hadn’t been worked on. Fuck. If I wanted it to seem like I was only at the shop for mechanical issues, I needed to actually have my SUV in the shop. I bit back a curse at my stupidity. Zillah had me all over the place. I couldn’t focus on anything other than being with her. Touching her. Kissing her. Just being a part of her world.

  Once I slipped into the vehicle, I turned the beast on and checked my phone. Five messages and ten texts. Great. That was all I needed. I turned on the engine, sped out of the parking lot, and drove the hour to the clubhouse.

  The phone rang through the speakers. I hated this new technology.

  Pressing the button on the steering wheel, I waited.

  “Something you care to tell me, brother?”

  My heart jumped at the calm tone of Greyson’s voice. He was a hothead like myself and went in with his temper and fists flying first. But when he was calm, it meant he was pissed. And that was when you should be concerned.

  “Not really.” Not yet anyway. I wanted to keep him and the club to myself before revealing that I was actually a biker to Zillah.

  “Are you sure? Because it seems to me that you’ve been hanging out with another crew.”

  Fuck. Should I lie, or I should tell the truth and admit defeat? I chose the former. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “You see …” Greyson paused. “I’ve known you for years. We may keep our shit to ourselves but there’s only so much that can remain private when you live together in the same house year after year.”

  “What are you getting at, Grey?”

  “Who is she?”

  My grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”

  “Tray, if I find out that you’re sniffing around another club because of some pussy—”

  “She is not some pussy,” I snapped, my voice rising.

  “I didn’t think so, fucker. Get your ass here. We have business to deal with.”

  The line went dead. I loved him but, fuck me, he was an asshole sometimes.

  An hour later, I was pulling up to the club. The house never ceased to amaze me. It was more than a mansion. It was old, Victorian style. It had vines covering the one side that led into the wooded backyard. It had been my home for years, but I still didn’t feel like I belonged.

  “Baby boy, you get yourself a good girl. Don’t be like me.” My mom cupped my cheek. “You hear me?”

  “Dad loved you.” It was me he hated.

  “He loved you too.”

  I looked away.

  “He did,” she insisted. “Look at me, Trayce.”

  I did.

  “He loved you. No matter what you thought then or even now, he did love you. He wanted so much for you. I do too.”

  “If he loved me so much, he should have listened to me when I begged him not to leave. When I fell at his feet, pleading for him to fucking stay home. Maybe then he would still be alive.”

  Her chin wavered. “I wish he could see the kind of man you’ve grown into.”

  Over ten motherfucking years later and I still had nothing. No woman. No kids. Not even a plant.

  A soft knock sounded from the window. Catch stood on the other side.

  Might as well get this shit done and over with. I opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle.

  “What’s going on?” he asked. “Greyson is about ready to shit bricks.”

  I closed the door and leaned against the side. “Do you know who’s been following me?”

  Catch’s eyes widened. “What? Someone’s following you?”

  “Yup.” I pushed off the vehicle and headed up the gravel path with Catch rushing to catch up. “I brought my SUV in for servicing. Been there a couple of times and Greyson accused—”

  “I accu
sed you of what?”

  I stopped short, finding Greyson coming toward us. “I’m not exactly sure what you’re accusing me of but if you have something to say, say it.” The only way he would have known where I had been, was if someone had followed me. Either he set it up or someone else did. But it didn’t matter who because this shit needed to end.

  “What the fuck were you doing at Nero’s?” he demanded, stopping directly in front of me.

  “You were at Shadow’s shop?” Catch asked.

  I ignored him. “What the fuck is it to you?” I took a step toward Greyson, going toe-to-toe with him. We were so close, I could see the green in his eyes and the gray in his beard.

  “What the fuck is it to me?” he repeated. “Tray, you have got some nerve. You know who Shadow is, right? You know what club he’s the president of. Right?”

  “Yes. I know all of that.” I moved to walk around him when he sidestepped in front of me. My brows narrowed. “Move.”

  “Not until you tell me what the fuck you were doing there. Was it pussy? Is that what you’re willing to betray your club for?” His eyes moved back and forth over my face. “Tell me.”

  “I would be very careful what you say next.” I had never threatened him before but when it came to Zillah, no one bad-talked her. No one. I didn’t give a shit if I was standing in front of her father himself. I would take anyone on to make sure she got the respect she deserved.

  “Well, I’ll be damned.” Greyson laughed. “I get it. It is pussy.”

  Before I knew what was happening, my fist landed against his jaw.

  “Fucking hell.” Greyson grabbed the collar of my jacket and shoved me up against the nearest wall. “Hit me again, fucker. I dare you. Do it.”

  “Fuck you,” I spat, struggling against him. I tried pushing him off but he was big. Probably twenty-five pounds bigger. At least.

  “Is all of this worth some pussy?” he asked, his voice low enough for only me to hear.

  Movement out of the corner of my eye made me glance to my left. Catch stood at our sides, watching, waiting. Seeing if either of us would snap again.

  Our gazes locked.