“Please,” she whispers, sounding needy as fuck which causes my cock to twitch.
“Please, what?”
“Please, Carson, fuck me.” She moves against me like a cat in heat. Fuck me, do I love what I can do to this bitch. Needy for me, wanting me. Hot for me.
As much as I need and want her to say she’s mine, I can’t take the teasing anymore. I shove myself in, her wet heat takes all of me in one go. I groan, resting my forehead on hers. Fuck me, I could live in here.
I start to move—my mouth going back to her neck, not giving a fuck if I cause a hickey—and speed up until I’m pounding. I move a hand between us, searching for her clit.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans out loudly as I slam into her with force.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I grind out, pausing briefly in my thrusting.
“I’m yours, just yours, Carson,” she finally says, and I speed up, pounding into her without any care in the world how loud we’re getting. Anyone walks by, I’ll just kill them.
My release finds me seconds after Justine shatters around my cock. Breathing heavily, I pull out and back away, while making sure Justine looks okay enough to walk back through the club and to her car.
I glare at her, “Next time, I’m taking your ass when you fuck up like this again.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Doesn’t sound like much of a punishment.”
“Let’s go.”
Chapter Thirty
Justine
Carson follows me home, not even giving me a little bit of space, the rat bastard wouldn’t let me come until I admitted I was his. Fuck it was hot, but I’m not his. And I made that clear when we were done screwing each other’s brains out in the alley.
But oh no, not Carson “Hangman” Lewis. He just told me to shut my mouth and escorted me to my car, then went to his bike, which was parked directly in front of my car. Ugh, men.
Getting out of my car, I slam the door shut and see Tomas’ outside light flick on and him looking out the door. “Everything okay?” he calls out.
I wave him off. “Fine, just caveman issues!” I shout back at him.
He laughs and tells me to have a good night. The jerk. I see Carson give him a chin lift as he gets off his bike and follows behind me, closely. His heat at my back, I angrily go through my purse to find my keys, that I dumbly put in my purse as I got out of the car. Why I did that I’ll never know; never exactly said I was the smartest person around.
Carson takes my purse from me, looks inside, and pulls the keys out, inserting them into the lock and pushing the door open. I glare at him, snatching my purse back and shove through the door.
“Why you think you can roar into my life and take over, is beyond me,” I grumble, walking straight to my room, not caring if he follows me or not.
He does.
“I didn’t realize your bedroom would be so...black,” he comments. My bedroom is my space, my beautiful, goth dream.
“I love it, it’s my favourite place in the whole house.”
“When you move into my place, I’ll let you change our bedroom,” he says offhandedly.
“Dude, what the fuck? You’re going warp speed again and I already said we’re not exclusive. Moving in means exclusive.” I finish changing and slip on my pj pants and a tank.
Carson starts stripping. Great, that means he’s staying, I think sarcastically to myself.
“I’m not arguing about this anymore. You’re mine, I’m yours, that’s all there is to it. Never felt jealous in my fucking life, and tonight, you made me lose all sense. You’re lucky I didn’t just straight up shoot the fucker that you were with.”
“You’re crazy,” I say breathlessly.
“Tomorrow night, we’re going out and having dinner with me and my kids. I admit, I am moving too fast, but when I see something I want, I work at it until it’s mine and never let it go. You’d best learn that now because you’re not going anywhere, Justine. I don’t plan on being done with you, so shut your mouth and just accept that you’re mine.” He turns away from me, tugging the light off and climbs into bed on the left side. Okay, so we’re about to have another fight, because the left side is my side.
“Get in,” he says, pulling back the blankets.
Shaking my head. “Nope, you’re on my side.”
“I’m on the side closest to the door. Someone comes in, they get me first, get in.” Oh my god, how flippin’ sweet is that? Instead of fighting him, I just climb in on the right side and cuddle into him. I’m exhausted as shit, not realizing how late it is. Soon enough, I fall asleep to the beat of Carson’s heart.
Chapter Thirty-one
Justine
We’re on our way to the clubhouse, and I’m nervous, Carson gave me a look as he announced it, and that means he’s going to brand me. I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet, but at the same time, I want his mark on me, too. He may have driven me nuts in the few weeks we’ve known each other, but I’m falling hard and fast for him.
Even my dad loves him, which shocks me. He loves Tomas as my friend and loves Carson for me as a partner. I don’t get my dad. I would have thought he’d want me with Tomas, someone who is secure and steady and would never hurt me.
My biggest fear is that Carson will break my heart.
“Not branding you tonight, just want to party and have you meet some of the others. Didn’t get to do that last time.”
I stare at him in shock from the passenger seat of my car, that he insisted on driving.
“We’ll go drop your car off, grab my bike and head over. Change into something more bikerish if you got something.”
Oh fuck, yes, I so do. After that first meeting with Carson I’ve been shopping, and I have some extremely epic biker-bitch-chic things. I do a happy dance in my seat and Carson looks at me like I’ve grown an extra head.
“I want tits showing, that’s my biggest ask of you. Anything else is all up to you.”
Tits hanging out, I have the perfect top for that, and my brand-new black-leather leggings, with my lace-up thigh-high black, goth boots. Hell yes, tonight is going to be fun. Every girl still loves playing dress-up and tonight is my night.
We get home in record time, and I quickly rush off to my bedroom as Carson goes and grabs his bike from his house. It will take me a little while, but not much since I already have my hair done up from when we went to dinner with his family.
Carson comes in and appraises me. “Fuck.” He adjusts his crotch and gives me a glare. “Now I’m rethinking this plan.”
I smirk. “Too late for that now, handsome.”
“One rule of tonight, you call me Hangman. Or ‘handsome’ works,” he states and I blink. Weird. I go to ask why I can’t call him his real name because I know I’m going to screw up and he speaks again. “Everyone in the club knows me as ‘Hangman,’ the bitches in the club know not to call me by ‘Carson,’ too. You going in there tonight, is no different. Only difference is you’ll be on my arm and dressed.”
“Wait, huh?”