His brow rose. “You think it’s funny?”
Pinching my thumb and finger together, I said, “A little.”
Another growl sounded in the room as he grabbed my ankle and dragged me to the edge of the bed causing me to squeal. He bit inside my thigh, ripping a moan from my mouth.
“I’ll have to punish you for laughin’, darlin’.”
Panting, I shook my head and looked down at him trailing kisses and nips inside of each thigh. “Can… can you do that later, please?”
He lifted his head. “Why, baby?”
Cupping my breast, I swallowed and told him the truth. “Because I need you inside me.”
“Fuck. Fuck.” He reached into his jeans pocket, grabbed his wallet, and pulled out a condom. I watched him rip it open and slide it on, and in the next second, he hooked my legs around his waist and pushed inside me. Arching, I cried out and wrapped my arms around his neck, needing him as close as possible.
“Baby, Christ, you fit me like a glove.” He kissed my neck and slowly pulled out, only to return with a grunt. “Perfect. So fuckin’ perfect.”
“Country,” I whispered before I sank my teeth into his shoulder. He groaned into my ear. His hips pulled back to slam into me, and I moaned around his skin, then licked the spot. “Yes, honey.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered, sliding his hands down under my ass where he gripped, the speed of his thrusts increasing. I dropped my head back, panting and loving the way he filled me up, pressing me in all the right areas.
“God, yes.” I glided a hand from his shoulder up and tugged on his hair. He gave me what I wanted by lifting his mouth from sucking on my neck to my lips. The kiss was long, slow, and amazing with the hard thrusts of his cock. My lower belly tingled. My pussy tightened around him, drawing out a grunted growl from him into my mouth. I drank it down and held him tighter. I moved my lips from him, panting out, “Close, honey.”
He groaned, taking my lips in a wild kiss. I dropped my head to the bed and moaned, clamping around his cock as I came.
“Jesus, baby. You love my cock.”
“Oh, yeah.”
He cursed under his breath, then licked along my neck, biting my lobe where I heard the hitch in his breath and groan as he fucked me faster, filling the condom. He slowed his thrust, leisurely moving in and out of me until he stopped and looked down at me.
His gaze ran over my face, my breasts, and back up. When he had my eyes again, he grinned, and I couldn’t stop the returning smile.
“Enjoyed that, darlin’.”
“Me too.”
“Good.” He pulled out of me, and I felt the loss right away. Sitting up when he shifted away, I curled my arms around my knees and watched him get rid of the condom before doing up his jeans again. I wanted him again, but I could already see he was shutting that idea down when he pulled a new tee over his body.
It was then I knew my place. I was only a club girl, after all.
Quickly, I slipped off the bed and got dressed, ignoring the way disappointment twisted my stomach. I’d asked for this by joining as a club girl. It couldn’t be any different between us, and really, I shouldn’t have wanted it to after one night together.
I didn’t know what the future had in store, but I would make it one where I was happy. Where I was welcome and not a nuisance.
Moving to the door, I glanced over my shoulder to see Country looking at his phone in hand with a pinched brow.
“Um, later.”
He looked up, smiled, and lifted his chin my way. That was his goodbye. I took it because I wasn’t there for something more. Well, that was what I would keep reminding myself.
Chapter One
Dusty
Present
From the corner of the room, I watched as Country flirted with his new woman of the week, Rochelle. To me, it sounded like she was related to a roach. I hated her even before I met her. Pathetic, right? It wasn’t like I was in love with Country. We’d slept together a couple of times, one before and then after his breakup with a different girl. Isla. Both of us had been a little tipsy each time.
So why can’t you get him off your mind?
Shut up, stupid brain.
I didn’t know why my eyes sought him out whenever I entered the compound. Or why my belly clenched when I caught other club ladies flirting with him, or why my heart turned into a wildly buzzing vibrator whenever he smiled or winked at me.
All right, I did know, but I wasn’t going to let my little crush stick.
Not when I could save myself from hurt, since I knew, and I definitely knew, he was a player. He liked younger women, which I was, right along with a heap of other club girls.
I could have pussy punched myself for joining as a club girl when I didn’t even need to. I didn’t have bad parents. I didn’t have someone to hide from or someone after me, as far as I knew. So why did I join? Because I wanted something different and exciting in my life, and when I’d first applied to become one of the club women in the Diamond MC—where I wouldn’t sleep with anyone outside of the club—they promised I wouldn’t have to have sex with every member. I could pick. That was two years ago, when I was a lot more nervous and shy, and the only member I had slept with was Country.
Why did I only pick him? Why did I feel that sleeping with someone else would be the wrong move? Especially when Country didn’t care. He’d been with a few others.
Shaking my head, I took a sip of my vodka and cranberry and turned away from Country. I loved being in the compound. The atmosphere made me feel lighter on the inside. There were always people around to talk to, so I never felt lonely like when I went home to my parents’ house.
Lonely had been my middle name for as long as I could remember. My parents loved me and always treated me well enough, but they were busy people. They explained they needed to work long hours because they wanted a future where they could retire without having financial worries. I understood. I did.
Rolling my eyes, I pushed them from my mind; it wasn’t the time to think about how lonely I’d allowed myself to get. I had friends, but I didn’t have anyone I ran to with my problems. It was my own fault for not opening up to people. The last thing I wanted was to be a bother.
Taking another sip of my drink, I looked to the bar and smiled. Kylo, or as his brothers called him, Gun, was leaning against the bar and walking two fingers up his husband’s chest, Saint, with a flirty smile. I’d been surprised, like a lot of us in the club, when they’d gotten together, but anyone now could see the love they had for each other. My gaze snagged on another married couple. Wreck, who had always come across as a beefy asshole, was staring down at his husband, Lucas, while Lucas talked to State and Courtney, waving his hand wildly as he spoke. Wreck had shocked everyone more than Gun and Saint had. A few members weren’t happy to have gay men in the club, but Country had put a stop to the complaints and said if anyone did have an issue, they could leave.
That was another reason why I’d stayed with the Diamond MC. I liked how Country ran things. He was fair but also stood up for things he strongly believed in—one was supporting his brothers and who they loved, no matter the gender.
“You seem to be thinkin’ a lot tonight.” Tech stepped up beside me with a smile. He took a drag from his beer, and I watched his throat move over the motion. Could I imagine sleeping with Tech? He was very good-looking.