“Fuck,” he groans out. “I’m close, babe.”
“Me, too.”
Reaching between us, I rub my clit until I come. I rock and grind against him, trying to savor every ounce of pleasure I can get. And then he comes, crying out my name. There’s something magical about seeing a man come undone and this is no exception. His head is titled back in bliss as he finds his release. If I were to flex my pelvic muscles, he would moan. I know this like I know the back of my hand. He surprises me by rolling over and pulling out, even though I’m certain he’s not totally finished.
He goes to the bathroom and comes back a moment later, sans condom. But, he’s still nude, so that’s something.
“Damn, girl. That was a good way to wake up.”
I grin, stretching out on his bed. “I agree.”
He gets on the bed next to me, but I notice he avoids touching me. This isn’t the first time a man’s had this reaction after fucking me. He’s feeling guilty about what we did. I get it.
“Bash is going to shit a brick when he finds out we fucked.”
And there it is – the source of his guilt.
“Then don’t tell him.”
“That’s not how it works around here, babe. He’ll be able to tell we fucked.”
“Oh? How?”
“Because you’ll get stars in your eyes every time you’re around me.”
I snort. “Sounds like you’ve done this a time or two. I promise not to get stars in my eyes.”
“What is the deal between the two of you? He told Saint he wanted to date you and now the two of you act like you don’t even know each other.”
My post-sex high is starting to wear off from all this serious talk.
“Nothing. He’s just a good guy and I don’t want to hurt him.” I point between us. “I think we both understand that this is just sex. With him, I think he’d want more.”
“A chick who’s down with causal fucking? I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Sex is… sex. No need to make it complicated.”
“Well shit. Anytime you want to have sex, let me know.”
I grin. “I will. In fact-”
Ignoring the barrier he’s put between us, I roll on top of him, ready to satisfy myself again.
17
Razor
I’ve never fucked the same chick twice in my thirty-three years on this planet. Ever. That’s changed now, because Olivia and I have fucked more times than I can count over the past week. And while we’ve both agreed that it’s just sex, I can’t help but to want more. It’s the way she fucking looks at me, like she needs me to save her or something. It brings out feelings I didn’t know I was capable of, which is crazy, because we’ve only been doing this for seven fucking days.
On the plus side, it’s helped me keep my mind off of the shitshow we’re facing. The Inferno Bastards swear their man went rogue, but we know there were at least three other men wearing their cuts that night. Saint’s been in a shit mood. King’s been out of town. And the one person I could normally talk to is acting like a little bitch because of Olivia and me.
As if I summoned him, Bash enters the club. He sees me at a table and makes a beeline to get the hell out of there. I follow him.
“You still pouting?”
“Fuck. You.”
I grab his shoulder. “Come on, man. It’s just sex.”
“That makes it even worse.” He jerks out of my grasp. “I would expect this from King. Not from you.”
King says from behind us, “I’m wounded. I would never steal a girl from you, Bash. I’d do it in front of you.”
But, he’s grinning, and we all know he’s done way worse.
“Fuck you, too.” Bash shoves past both of us and leaves the club.
King shakes his head. “That boy needs to get laid. Pronto.”
“For the love of god, don’t say that to him. He’s already bent out of shape about the whole Olivia thing.”
“He’s not the only one. Saint walks away every time she’s mentioned.”
“Why doesn’t he just claim her?”
Saying it makes me sick, but I’d do anything for my Prez, even giving up a girl I really like.
“He says she’s free to be with whomever she wants.” He looks at me. “Obviously the bar isn’t set too high.”
“Fuck off.”
He grins. “I might have to see if she wants to hang out.”
“She won’t. She has better taste than that.”
He eyes me. “Seriously debatable, my man. Seriously debatable.”
He walks away laughing and I want to punch him. Fucker.
Olivia
I move away from my door when Razor’s footsteps fade. I shouldn’t have been listening, but, once I heard my name, I couldn’t help it. The last few days have been… interesting. Sex with Razor is amazing. And I feel better than I have in a long time. But sometimes he gets a look in his eyes that scares me – like he’s wanting more than I’m capable of giving. My stomach churns. I should end this with him. But, I’m not ready to. Not right now.
Grabbing my purse, I head to the main room, where the girls are.
Jas grins. “We were starting to wonder if you were coming.”
“Sorry. Had a late night.”
Claws sneers. “From what I hear, you and Razor have been having a lot of those. Poor Bash.”
I don’t miss the looks Claws, Karma, and Sissy exchange.
Karma says to me, “Honey, if you wanted to be a club whore, you should have just said so. No need to act all innocent. No one is buying your bullshit.”
Foxy holds up her hand. “If the three of you are going to be cunts today, then take your own car.”
Claws replies. “That sounds like a great idea. Come on, girls, let’s go.”
They walk off, laughing loudly, and my cheeks flame.
Kiwi touches my arm. “Ignore them. They’re just pissed that you’ve had two of the top guys. Not many girls can say that.”
I want to tell them that I never had Bash, but don’t.
Jas pulls her keys from her purse. “Let’s go. I’ve got money from Grizzly that’s burning a hole in my pocket.”
We go outside where the humidity immediately makes me feel like I’m suffocating.
“Looks like we might get rain tonight. Hope it clears up before the weekend,” Foxy muses.
No one’s said anything to me, but, from what I’ve gathered, the guys are going on another run. It’s strange seeing Razor every night, knowing there are certain aspects of his life that he can’t or won’t tell me. But, we’ve all got secrets.
We pile into Jas’s car, which is super nice. I say this and she grins.
“I bought it when I was still stripping. Made a lot more money then, but I had less control over who I fucked.”
Kiwi says, “You can thank Mama Bear for that. She really looks out for us.”
I ask, “How is she?”
She hasn’t been back to the club since Big E died.