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CHAPTER

EIGHT

HARLOWE

W e pull up to the bar. I haven’t been back here since the night I arrived.

Crue comes around to let me out, and we walk in hand in hand.

People stop and stare at us. So many women are watching me, causing a wave of self-consciousness to hit me.

I now wish I had said to take me home so I could change.

Crue leads me to a table tucked along the far side of the bar. Several of the officers are sitting there, along with his dad and a couple of older patched members.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Gunny stands and kisses my cheek, drawing a rumble from Crue.

The other guys from last night get up and hug me too. My brother is sitting at the head of the table with Fezzik lying at his feet. As soon as Fezzik hears my voice, he comes over to me, and I’m happy to have him close right now.

Crue sits next to my brother and pulls me down onto his lap. The guys order me a drink, and before long, I’m laughing and having fun, just like I did last night before all hell broke loose.

Throughout the night, several women approach the table, trying to distract the guys’ attention from me.

Each one is turned down. But when one walks over, sliding her hand along Crue’s shoulders before moving on to my brother, I stand up.

I’ve had enough of this. These women are pushing the limit touching Crue while I’m sitting in his lap, then turning their attention to my brother like it means nothing.

Rylan isn’t fazed, though. He calmly takes her hand off him.

“Precious, I’m not interested. Haven’t been in a long time, and you know that. Back off,” Rylan tells her.

“Fucking bear bait is on point tonight,” one of the guys says.

“I’ll be back. I need to use the restroom,” I say.

“Let me lead you to the one in the club section,” Crue says and stands.

He takes my hand, and we weave through the crowds to the back of the house. I enter the restroom and immediately want to leave. The girl my brother just rebuffed is standing at the mirror. Ignoring her, I walk into a stall and proceed about my business.

When I’m done, she’s still standing there.

“You know, I’ve had Kodiak and Shock, along with all the others. You aren’t special. You’ll be one of us soon enough. Just another girl they’ll call bear bait.” Her tone is bitter, and her lips are pinched. I wash my hands, never taking my eyes off her.

I dry my hands and turn to her. “The good thing is, I’m not interested in Kodiak. He’s my brother. As for Shock, I’m here now, and you’re not. I’ll never be you because I’m the princess.”

It’s the first time I’ve used that title.

I’ve never really thought of myself that way, but right now, I’m glad I have it.

It sets us apart. I don’t want to be bear bait to Crue.

I want to be his everything. I doubt he tells the girls what he tells me, but it still stings knowing he slept with this woman.

I step out, and she follows behind me.

“Fucking, Precious, you know you aren’t supposed to come back here. How did you get past the prospect?” Crue barks at her.

“I’m on my way to his room for the night,” she coos as she walks past us, shaking her butt in her tiny skirt.

“What did she say to you?” Crue looks at me, and I shake my head. I don’t want to appear needy or clingy.

“Nothing I didn’t already know.” I move past him, but Crue pushes me against the wall and cages in my body.

“I’ve never had her, Starlight. I’m not innocent, but I don’t shit where I eat. I know better than to be with club chicks. My father taught me better than that. I’m not going to say I didn’t when I was younger, though.”

I trail my fingers through his beard and up into his hair, pulling his head down to mine. “Kiss me,” I order him, and he smirks right before he takes my lips in a deep kiss.

“Should’ve fucking known you were back here making out.” Sparky chuckles from nearby. “Kodiak is looking for you.”

“Coming,” Crue says before he releases my body.

I have never been with another man, so I don’t know if I’m doing things right. But I do know that I like what Crue does to me.

Aftershock

W e pull up to her brother’s house, and she giggles again. When the guys found out she’d never been drunk, they proceeded to get her tipsy. I’m not mad, but the whole way to her brother’s place, she’s been talking sexy to me, and I’m almost at my wit’s end.

I come around to her side, knowing her brother is still at the bar, giving us some time to ourselves. I let Fezzik out of the back before I open her door and unbuckle her.

“I like this fuzzy feeling. No wonder people like to drink.”

As soon as I have her in my arms, she wraps around me and starts kissing my neck. I’m a fucking saint for not pressing her against the truck and fucking her brains out.

We enter the house, and I set her down. “Go get in your pajamas, and then I’ll help you into bed.”

“Okay.” She skips down the hall.

I move to the kitchen to get her a glass of water and some acetaminophen to help with the headache she’ll have in the morning.

When she doesn’t return, I decide to check on her.

I knock on her door but hear nothing. I open it a crack and find her lying on the bed, still fully clothed.

I take off her boots and help settle her under the covers before leaving the water and pills on the nightstand.

Fezzik is lying in the corner on his large dog bed.

“Well, I guess no goodnight kiss.” I chuckle before walking out and leaving her for the night.

T he next morning, I pull up to her brother’s house, wanting to see what her plans are for the day and if she wants to go with me to look at some jobsites. I stuck around last night until Kodiak came home.

I knock on the door, and Kodiak lets me in.

“Low Low,” he hollers.

I look down the hall, waiting for her to appear.

Fezzik comes out of the room first, then my girl follows.

She must have gotten up during the night because she’s wearing a T-shirt I haven’t seen in years.

It’s a Salty Dawg Saloon shirt from Homer that my dad got me on a trip we took before my sixteenth birthday.

It’s black and threadbare from years of wear.

Even as a teenager, I was a big guy, so the shirt hangs loose on her.

She’s also wearing shorts, though I only catch a glimpse of them because they’re so tiny.

Her hair falls around her in tangles, and she’s rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“What are you screaming about so early?”

“Fuck this shit,” I growl and walk toward her.

“What the fuck are you wearing, Harlowe?” Kodiak barks at her, but her eyes are focused on me.

“That’s my shirt,” I say.

“Fuck,” Kodiak says, and I’m on her.

“Sorry, man.” I lower my shoulder to her stomach, then lift her and toss her over it as I stalk back to her room.

“Hey, wait! What’s going on?” Harlowe questions, but she has now sealed her fate. By wearing that shirt, she made it clear she wants me too.

I drop her on the bed and watch as her tits jiggle behind the fabric. “Whose shirt are you wearing, Harlowe?” I need to know if she knows before I lose my shit.

“Um…” She glances down at the shirt, and I watch the blush spread beneath the collar.

I reach down and whip the shirt off her body. I’m mesmerized by her beautiful, round, firm breasts. Her nipples are diamond hard as she looks up at me.

“This shirt. Where did you get it, Harlowe?”

She pulls her bottom lip between her perfect, cute teeth, and I’m done. I slip off my vest and throw it toward the chair in the corner. Then my T-shirt flies across the room next before I drop onto her body. Her breasts heave against my chest, and I spurt a little cum from my cock.

“Tell me, Starlight. Tell me what we both know so I can take care of your ache.”

She swallows and then looks up at me. “I took it from your bag the night my mom died. It’s yours.”

“Fuck yeah, it’s mine.”

I kiss her long and deep before moving down her neck. I need her breasts in my mouth. I lick and suck each of her breasts, treating them the same, and love them up. She’s moaning and writhing beneath me.

“Fucker, you take my sister’s virginity, and I’ll kill you.” Kodiak pounds on the door.

“I won’t.” I groan because I suspected, wished, and hoped, but I wasn’t sure until he said those words.

Taking a swollen nipple into my mouth, I suck it deep, suckling on it just like our children will someday. I pull off with a pop, and she moans again.

“Tell me, Starlight. Did you save yourself for me?”

She nods her head. Her sexy eyes are dilated, and she’s begging me to take her. Fuck, I want her, but I can’t right now.

I slide further down her body and off the side of the bed.

I just need a little taste, I tell myself as I grip her shorts and pull them off, along with her tiny thong.

Leaning back, I take in her pretty pussy with only a thin landing strip of hair.

The evidence of her desire is glistening along her lips.

I bend forward and nuzzle my face against her.

“I only need a little taste to tide me over until I can take you.”

My tongue slides through her wetness, then I kiss her pussy the way I kiss her mouth. She arches off the bed and cries out. Her brother is going to bust that door in if I make her do that again. But I can’t stop myself. I need to make her come.

I lick and suck on her like a starved man, all while avoiding her clit. I watch it emerge from its hood, and then I give it attention. I gently lick it, and her moans grow louder.

“Please, Crue. Please I need it,” she begs.

I suck it deep as she screams and comes apart for me. When I’m done cleaning her up with my tongue, I wipe her essence from my lips and beard. I lean back on my haunches and watch as her body comes down from the orgasm.

“I want inside that body so bad, but we are going to wait. I’m going to give you time, but you are mine. Never doubt that.”

I rise to my feet and look down at her. She’s sexy as fuck, and I’m a crazy man for what I’m about to do. I roll her over and bite her flesh over that sexy tattoo.

“Mine,” I growl before snatching my shirt and cut off the floor. “Get dressed, Harlowe, we have plans today.” I walk toward the door.

“You’re leaving?” She sits up, and now her eyes are filled with a different fire.

“Yep, baby. When I take that pussy, you’ll be in our bed at our house, not in your brother’s. Besides, I want you to scream and moan, and he’ll come unglued if I make you do that here.” I chuckle as I walk out of the room, slamming the door.

“But—”

I don’t hear the rest of what she says, just something hitting the door hard. I imagine it’s one of her boots.

I’m crazy, but I’m also honorable. I’m going to give her the time she needs to get used to us before I take her innocence.