“I’m not afraid of a little danger.”
Specter grabbed my hand and pulled the shard of glass out of it without asking me to bite something this time.
“God damn it!” I hollered. “What the fuck? I thought you were going to let me bite down on something?”
“I couldn’t let you walk around with that shard of glass in your hand any longer. If it stayed, you would continue to bleed. I’m sorry, Faith, even though the idea of you sucking me off sounds amazing, I’m not touching you—not as long as you’re someone’s Old Lady, even if that person is enemy number one of the club.”
I glared at him. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”
“Why does that make me an asshole?”
“Because, you’re the first guy I’ve been attracted to in this club and that’s fucking huge for me. Do you know how fucked up it is to have to watch you throw your dick down every sweetbutt’s throat, but you won’t even give me a taste? I’m fucking starving over here, and you’re denying me my meal.”
His eyes went wide. Then he moved close, his hips fitting between my legs, his cock hard as steel, pushing against the zipper of his black jeans. “Let’s get one thing straight, Faith. I may have had one sweetbutt’s lips wrapped around my cock, but it was your mouth I was picturing down there sucking me off, not hers.” His breath was hot against my skin. A whisper of breath flashed across my cheek and then tickled down the skin of my neck. “If you weren’t bleeding and someone else’s Old Lady, I’d whip my cock out right now and feed you exactly what you’ve been craving.”
Damn. I wasn’t expecting that. My whole body washed over with an insane heat of desire that flooded me like a broken dam. I fucking wanted him more in that moment than I did in any of the fantasies I had about him in the last two months.
“Then why don’t you stop teasing me, and feed me what I want?”
Specter pressed his head firmly against my forehead, arms shaking, his entire body quivering with need. His breath battered the slope of my neck, it was like he was fighting the animal inside of him that was clawing against the bars to claim me.
I felt his tongue briefly touch my skin, then work its way down until it was between my breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Faith,” he moaned. “I wish I could have you right now, but I can’t. Your life would be in danger if I touched you.”
“I don’t care about my life. I haven’t cared about it in years.”
He grabbed my chin and tipped it up so he could look me in the eyes. “You may not care about your life, Faith, but your life is the only thing that matters to me.”
I thought he was going to bend in and capture my lips, but he pulled away, grabbing a wad of bandages out of the first-aid kit.
“We need to patch your hand up.”
“My hand is fine,” I lied. My hand actually hurt like hell and I was losing a lot of blood, but in that moment I didn’t care. All I wanted was Specter.
He took some hydrogen peroxide and dabbed at the wound, cleaning it gently.
That shit stung like hell.
“Ow.”
“Sorry, I have to clean your wound.”
I watched him work fast, putting some sterilized tape over my wound like makeshift stitches, then covering it with a gauze bandage.
“All done.”
“Not exactly. There’s still something you can help me with.”
I opened my legs wider and curled my ankles around the back of his legs, bringing him in closer.
I knew he wanted me, but for some reason, Specter was playing hard to get.
“Come on, Holden, have a little fun with me.”
“Fun can be dangerous.”
“You strike me as the kind of man that enjoys a little danger.”
He stared me deep in the eyes. I couldn’t read his expression, but I did notice a little intrigue behind his half smile.
The door to the kitchen flew open with a bang and Switchblade stood in the doorway. His eyes were trained on Specter, glaring at my legs wrapped around his knees, and the possessive hand Specter had on my hip.
“Prospect, get the fuck out.”
“Why?” Specter challenged.
“Because I said so.”
Specter turned to me, “Next time we get dangerous,” he whispered in my ear, throwing a flirtatious wink in my direction as he pulled away from me.
My bottom lip jutted out. All I wanted was a little fun, and he left me hanging because of stupid Switchblade. Once Specter was out of the room, Switchblade walked toward me.
“Go away,” I threatened, when he got too close, but of course in pure Switchblade fashion, he didn’t stop until he was right in my face.
“What makes him so damn special?”
I could smell alcohol on his breath.
“Why the fuck do you want him and not me?”
I jumped off the counter and looked up at him, not caring that Switchblade towered over me.
“Because he’s good and you’re Satan.”
I pushed past him, but Switchblade grabbed my arm and whipped me into his muscular chest. It actually felt like I was hitting a brick wall.
“Satan’s the prince of darkness, Faith, and this Satan won’t stop until his princess submits.”
I wretched my arm out of his grasp and glared at him.
I shoved him away from me, making sure he didn’t grab me again. “Buy a fucking dog if you want someone to submit to you, Switchblade. This woman submits to no one.”
But that wasn’t exactly true. If Specter asked me to submit to him, I probably would with my legs wide open and my once broken heart ready for him to repair.
Chapter Twelve
Specter
Switchblade has been all over my ass since he caught me and Faith in the kitchen together. Damn, I can’t believe I was able to hold my ground and not fuck her right then and there. Every move she made rocked my world like an earthquake, and every word she spoke had me fucking even hornier than I already was. Desi meant nothing to me, but the sweetbutt body shot was one of those things every man who joined the club had to do—even the ones already tied down by Old Ladies. Desi took it a bit far, but as much as I wanted to stop her, I couldn’t. If I did, it would make me look weak, and I had to make the club think I was worthy of being a member.
The worst part was seeing the jealous rage flash through Faith’s eyes. Playing nice wasn’t something I was used to, but in order to keep her safe, I had to keep my hands off of her. If Diego got wind that another man touched her, there’s no telling what he’d do. I couldn’t put her life in danger like that, not while she was still wrapped up with Diego and the Diablo Saints. It was hard to keep my distance when everything about the woman was my undoing. Just being near her unraveled me. She smoothed my rough edges and melted away the rigid wall I had around my heart.
I was here on two missions and until I completed them; I needed to keep my hands off Faith. She was definitely going to be my kryptonite, and if I wasn’t careful, this superman was going to fall out of the sky and never recover.
Most of the guys in the club were still leery of me. I did my best to fit in, but too many of them were corrupt, and the number of hard drugs and amount of illegal activity going on inside the club was fucked up, even for an outlaw motorcycle club. How the fuck did things get so bad?