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I f she thinks I don’t know what she was doing, then she’s dead fucking wrong. There was no mistaking what that moan was, and the fact she’s hightailing to the bathroom just fucking confirms that my Angel was touching herself.

Sitting up, I palm my hard cock through my jeans, wondering if she saw it while I was napping.

I’d been dreaming, but man, it felt so fucking real.

We were on the bed, just the way we were when I must have fallen asleep, and she kept rubbing her thighs together, just the way she was beforehand as well.

It’s clear she’s horny. Aroused and aching, and my dream state took me there.

I’d asked her if I could touch her, and dream Abbey said yes. She’d spread her legs for me, an invitation to access her body, and I’d rolled over to situate myself between her legs, although suddenly, her clothes were gone, and her cream skin led a trail to the pink flesh between her thighs.

Fuuuuck the way dream Abbey looked down her body at me, biting her lip just like she does sometimes, her caramel gaze lust drunk, as she rolled her hips, trying to get her needy little bud closer to my lips.

Then, I blew hot air over it, and she moaned, but the moan was so loud, it woke me.

And here we fucking are. Me hard as fucking stone on the bed, with her, probably mashing away the ache in the bathroom.

Fuck.

Why do I want to go into that fucking bathroom so much?

If it were any other woman, I’d be kicking that fucking door down and claiming her sweet cunt in a heartbeat.

But Abbey isn’t any other woman. It’s clear her fear of the way she’s been feeling relates to whatever has happened in her past. The last thing she needs is a fucking brute biker mauling her.

Needing a fucking minute, I get up off the bed, shove my feet into my shit kickers, and head outside.

“You okay, man?” JD asks, offering me a dart, which I accept, lighting it up and savouring the first few drags. “Blondie keeping you busy?”

There’s amusement in JD’s tone, and I can’t help but smirk, even as I shrug.

“Just trying to keep up the ruse,” I say quietly, and he nods.

I haven’t seen much of my closest mate over the last few days, but that’s not unusual after what we did the other night.

Going in to kidnap Abbey—or rescue her, depending on how you look at it—would have really hit home for JD after what happened to his sister .

“Are you good?” I ask him, watching his expression as I take another deep drag of my cigarette before blowing the smoke off to the side.

He nods, not making eye contact. “Going into her house really kicked my arse.”

“Yeah, I figured. I’m sorr—”

JD holds his hand up, rounding on me and keeping his voice low. “No. We did a good thing. Don’t apologise for asking me to help you.”

Reaching out, I grip my best mate’s shoulder, and with the cigarette between two fingers on my other hand, I point at him. “You are a good fucking man, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel fucking bad for putting you in that situation.”

“I know.” JD nods, dropping his gaze to our feet, and I know he’s taking a fucking moment to compose himself. “What did you say to Brody that has him pissing his pants?”

When JD’s troubled gaze peers back up to mine, I can’t help but smirk.

“I noticed that fucker had gone quiet.”

“Quiet is an understatement. He’s been offering to fucking clean and wash my clothes like I can somehow save him from his fate.”

I chuckle. “Stupid fucker.”

“So what did he do, aside from the whole thing with Darla in your room?”

Releasing JD’s shoulder, I take another long drag, holding the toxic smoke in my lungs as I answer. “I tasked him to watch my fucking door while I hung with Smitty. The fucker was too busy railing a Doxy outside my door to notice Charity fucking leaving to find me. ”

“Oh, shit.” JD’s brows shoot high.

“Yeah. Oh, fucking shit.” I nod. “Told the fucker he was out and haven’t seen him since.”

JD chuckles. “Explains why he’s been hiding.”

“Hmmmm,” I mutter, turning back to my door to see if, by some miracle, Abbey has decided to come out from hiding too.

“So you’ve claimed her?” JD asks, and I turn back to see he’s watching my door as well.

“Apparently,” I mutter.

“You don’t sound happy about that.” JD Points out, and I fucking sigh, pressing the smoke to my lips for one last hit before dropping it to the ground and stubbing it out with the weight of my boot.

“I just didn’t expect…” I trail off, frowning.

What the fuck didn’t I expect? To be attracted to her. To want to do things to her I know she’s not ready for? To protect her from the entire fucking world, even every bastard in this club?

“Bro. What’s got you so fucking twisted up?” JD asks, and I lock my gaze with his, knowing if I want to say any of these thoughts out loud, he’s the only one I’d trust with them.

“She has me riled up,” I admit, and his brows shoot high.

“As in… a good way?”

“As in, I want to rip her fucking clothes off and devour her,” I snap between clenched teeth, barely able to keep my clipped tone quiet.

“Fuuuuck. That’s new.”

“Yeah, no fucking shit,” I mutter, looking back at the gathered men already blind drunk, trying to play poker off Nola’s naked body as she giggles .

“What’s it been? Three years since you’ve been interested in pussy.”

A low growl rumbles in my chest as I shoot a death glare at my best mate. “Don’t refer to her as pussy.”

His brows fucking disappear under his shaggy brown hair.

“Fuck. This is more than getting laid.”

That’s what I’m fucking worried about.

I spin, giving the pissheads my back as I stare at my closed door. “It’s wrong, right?” I ask. “She’s so fucking young. Na?ve. And so fucking damaged.”

Taking a step back so he’s still facing our club brothers, but so he can see my face too, JD shakes his head. “Tell me about her.”

“What? Why?”

“Just fucking do it,” JD snaps, and a grin tugs at my lips.

“Fine. When she’s not terrified, or walking around like a numb zombie, she’s kinda sassy. Quick-witted. I can tell she’s smart, too. I can see there’s this whole other side to her that I haven’t met, but I just fucking know will blow my fucking mind. Which makes no fucking sense, since I really don’t know her.” I shrug, dropping my gaze to the ground. “She’s strong, though. She’s been through something, man.” I glance up at JD, shaking my head. “Something really fucking bad, and she’s been trying to get by, biding her time until she could escape, but I can see that whatever she’s running from, it’ll never leave her.”

“Damaged.” JD nods and I nod in return. “Do you think that maybe you see Kylie in her?”

“The fuck?” I hiss, glaring at my best mate, who doesn’t even flinch. He knew I’d react that way.

“She was pretty fucking damaged.” He points out .

“That was fucking different. She had an addiction. A fucking disease. And what for? She never experienced the crap Abbey has had to.”

“Don’t you mean Charity?” JD reminds me, and I fucking rake my hand down my face, trying to calm my growing rage.

Shaking my head, I look up at the sky, pinks and purples washing over the top of us as the summer sun sets.

“I’m not trying to be a prick. What sort of friend would I be if I didn’t ask?”

“Yeah, I know.” I sigh, dropping my gaze back to my mate. “Maybe it’s just because I’m forced to be around her basically twenty-four seven. Maybe I just need to fuck a Doxy and this fucking weird infatuation will vanish.”

“Maybe,” JD shrugs. “It’s worth a try.”

I nod, even though the thought of touching anyone makes me want to swing fists.

“I need to get out of my own funk, too,” JD states. “Was thinking of giving Helina a ride tonight. You feel like a show?”

I smirk. This fucker. He’s such a fucking exhibitionist, and as fucking weird as it sounds, the only other time I’ve gotten off in the last three years with someone else in the room has been while watching him and his fucking antics.

There was a time I’d considered that maybe I was gay, or bi, since I enjoyed watching him. I quickly learned that it was more about the act being displayed right in front of me, and the way he involves me by asking what I want him to do to whichever girl is at his mercy.

Yeah. I fucking like that.

But never have I joined in. Never have I let anyone else touch me, not since Kylie .

“I could use a show.” Jols interrupts, shouldering me as she joins us.

“You wanna be part of the show?” JD asks with a smirk, knowing too fucking well she’ll say no.

“Oh sure. Daddy Smitty would love to see his men rail his stepdaughter.” Jols rolls her eyes, and we chuckle.

“I gotta say, as much as I like you Jols, I don’t wanna see that either, so I’m with Smitty on that one.” I grin and she shrugs.

“Whatever. If these fucking lockdowns don’t stop, I might say yes one day. A girl has needs, after all.”

JD’s fucking eyes light up. “Say the word, Jols, and I’ll rock your world.”

She scoffs. “I’m not so sure you would, tiger.”

“The Doxies don’t complain.”

“The Doxies teach each other how to fake it and look real.” Jols deadpans and JD’s smile falls.

“They do fucking not.”

She shrugs. “What the fuck would I know? I only hang with them eighty percent of the time.”

JD’s expression is priceless, mortification contorting his features as his eyes dance between me and Jols.

“She’s just fucking with me, right?” he asks me, and I chuckle, holding my hands up.

“Don’t fucking bring me into it. I wouldn’t know since I don’t fuck them.”

JD’s eyes darken and he gets in Jols’ face as he points at her. “I fucking challenge you.”

“To what?” Jols giggles.

“To come to my fucking room and see if I can’t make you cream so much, you need new panties. ”

Jols stops giggling, her spine straightening as she makes herself taller, which effectively pushes her tits out, right against JD’s chest. “Jimmy Dean, if I come to your room, you’ll be lucky to last a minute before you’re shooting your jizz in your boxers.”

I throw my head back, laughing, but JD doesn’t fucking move, his nostrils flaring.

“You just said my real name.”

“I did.” She smirks, cocking her hip, her claw-like nails resting over it. “Jimmy. Dean.” She drawls each name nice and slow, fucking asking for trouble.

“No one says my name,” JD growls, and my smile falls as I consider that perhaps my best mate might truly be pissed.

“Really?” Jols gives him a one-shouldered shrug. “Because I just did.”

In an instant his hand is fisting in her hair, and a faint whimper escapes her as he holds her captive against him.

“Hey man.” I reach forward, ready to stop him, but then he grins.

“I knew you had a thing for me, Jols. There’s no hiding it now.” He shoves her back, shooting her a wink. “I dare you to come to my room later and find out which one of us is right.”

For the first fucking time ever, I see Jols’ cheeks turn red.

Fuck. I never thought I’d see the day.

Sighing to try and cover up the way her body reacted, Jols flips her long dark strands off her shoulder. “I would come to your room later, but I’m all booked up for tonight. I hear your little brother has a pierced cock. Looks like tonight’s my turn to find out.”

Jols spins and hurries off, even as I hold JD back, his hands outstretched to grab her.

“Calm fucking down.” I chuckle, and when JD relaxes, I release him.

“Fuck. My dick is iron hard.”

“Looks like you’ll be giving a good show later, then.” I chuckle and JD nods.

“Too fucking right, I will. And you know who will be watching like she doesn’t want to join in?” He wags his brows at me. “Jols.”

Murf takes that moment to come over with a tray of barbequed food, offering us some, so I grab a plate off the nearby table, and pile some snags, chops, and corn on, and head back to my room, determined to get Abbey to eat.

Inside, I find her sitting cross-legged on the bed, her slight frame still drowning in my green hoodie, her hair tied up high on her head again, having tidied it up after I messed it earlier.

Her caramel eyes shoot up to see who’s entering, but just as quickly return to the phone where she must still be chatting to her little sister or Lexi.

“Hungry?” I ask, and she shrugs.

For fuck’s sake. How can she not be starving? She hardly eats.

Placing the plate on the table, I move to the bed and quickly swipe the phone.

“Hey!” She hisses, lunging for me, but I pull back, lifting my hand high, even as she stands on the mattress and tries to reach for it.

“Uh-uh, Angel. Eat first. Then you can have the phone back.”

“Ugh.” She growls, balling her fists at her sides as she glares at me. “Just give it back. I’ll eat while I chat.”

I shake my head. “Nope. Eat first. Chat after.”

“You know, you really are irritating.” She glares, both hands on her hips now as she still stands on my bed .

“I’ve been called worse.” I shrug, and she nods.

“I can just imagine.”

“Stop being a brat and get down here.” I point to the shitty green carpet, but she shakes her head.

“No. Give me the phone first.”

So, this is how she wants to play it?

Fine with me.

“You’re not getting the phone until you’ve eaten. Now get down here.”

“No.” She pronounces the word like I’m hard of hearing.

“Down! Now!” I boom, and in an instant, her eyes drop to the floor as she quickly gets off the bed, coming to stand before me.

Fuck.

I knew she was a submissive, and I know she doesn’t know she’s one, but right now, as she stands before me, her eyes cast to the floor between us, I wish she did know. I wish she knew so I could command her to kneel. To open her pretty mouth wide and take my cock deep into the back of her throat until she gags.

Fuck, she’d be such a good girl.

I consider if this is perhaps what has me so captivated with her. The fact she is a natural submissive. She never chose to be like this. She was raised that way, and it makes me wonder if she wouldn’t, in fact, enjoy that in the bedroom.

Considering her past, and what I think may have happened to her, my guess is she may not be so keen to give up her control, since it most definitely was taken away from her.

“Eyes on mine.” I command, and just like I thought, her caramel pools dart up to meet mine. Fuck me. She’s even standing with her hands clasped together in front of her .

“Eat a snag or chop, and a corncob, and you will be rewarded with the phone.”

Slowly, she nods and when I step aside and gesture to the table, she quickly takes a seat and starts nibbling on a snag.

I sit too, taking a chop and using my fingers like a caveman, and eat as I watch her.

She frowns a little as she eats, a cringe crossing her expression before she places the snag down and starts on the corn. I bite back a smirk as she sinks her teeth in, her lashes fluttering as she closes her eyes and starts chewing.

“Are you vegetarian?” I ask, noting the difference between her trying to eat the meat and taking a decent bite of the corn.

She shakes her head, but then shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

I chuckle. “Isn’t being vegetarian a choice? You either like eating meat or you don’t.”

She shrugs again, her eyes on me as she takes another bite of her corn.

“There are more veggies out there.” I point my thumb over my shoulder. “Would you like me to get more for you?”

“Yes, please.” She nods with a mouth full of corn, some of the juice running down her chin.

I can’t fucking help it. Before I realise what I’m doing, I reach forward and wipe up the escaped juice with my finger before licking it off. Her eyes go wide, and I chuckle, more to hide the fact that I’m just as shocked, before I stand and leave the room to gather more vegetables.

Casey is a big believer of salad and vegetables with at least two meals of the day, so it’s no surprise there is an array of options on the trestle tables by the barbeque. I get another plate, filling it with potato salad, peas, beans, broccoli, and a garden salad, before snatching up a couple of bread rolls and butter, too.

When I return to Abbey, her eyes go wide at the large plate piled high, and she immediately starts with the green vegetables, eating quickly like she’s starved.

Has this been her problem the whole time? I just wasn’t offering her the right food?

Whatever it is, I’m fucking happy she’s finally eating. Warmth fills my chest, and I feel like beating it and yelling, “I man, feed woman!”

It’s weird to feel like this over simply getting her to eat, but fuck, I think I’ll make it my mission to see her eat like this for every fucking meal.

I watch her in silence, leaving her to enjoy the food, loving how she sometimes has her mouth full, the fork piled with food ready to go, and her other hand picking up whatever it can to shove in her mouth before she’s even finished chewing.

It’s not long before she’s full, and even though there’s still a lot of food left, I don’t force her to eat more since I’d over piled the plate.

Leaning back in her chair, Abbey presses her hand to her chest, and she sighs, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“That good, huh?”

She nods. “Delicious.”

Placing the chop bone back on my plate, I use a napkin to wipe my fingers clean. “In future, if you want something in particular to eat, tell me. I don’t care what you’re eating, just as long as you are. You’re too skinny.”

A single brow shoots up as she studies me. “What if I want a big bowl of French fries and a tub of cookies and cream ice cream?”

“Then that’s what I’ll get for you.”

She rolls her eyes. “We are in lockdown.”

“And?” I ask. “You do remember who I am. I don’t exactly obey the law if it gets in the way of what I need or want.”

Something about what I said causes her to blush, and she starts nibbling on her thumbnail.

“What?” I ask, and she shrugs.

“If I really wanted those things, and they weren’t here, would you really break the law to go out and find them?”

I nod. “Of course.”

“Why?” She frowns, and I consider lying, telling her that Lexi demanded I take care of her, but again, I find I don’t want to do that. I want her to know the truth.

“I want to make you happy.”

This only makes her frown deepen. “But why? We aren’t friends.”

“Aren’t we?” I ask, and now she looks more confused. “Did I not hold you when you fell apart a few days ago? Have I not offered to keep you safe? Have I not protected you, fed you, made sure you changed out of your smelly clothes? Isn’t that what friends do?”

“In all fairness, the changing clothes thing was probably more for your benefit.” She deadpans, and I chuckle.

“Good point.”

“And you’re keeping me safe and all that stuff because Lexi asked you to. ”

“Fine, but what about the part when I held you until you cried yourself to sleep in my arms?”

She shrugs, her eyes turning glassy. “You have a conscience.” It comes out more like a question, and I shake my head.

“Nope. Try again.”

“You don’t want Lexi to think you’re being a prick?”

I chuckle at that. “Nope. Not even close. She already knows I can be a prick, and so do you.”

“I don’t know then,” she whispers, her eyes falling to her lap where her fingers are fidgeting.

“Eyes up.” I demand, and there they are, flecks of gold amongst the caramel, as she looks at me with uncertainty. “I may be a prick, and a monster to some, but to you, well… I’d consider you a friend. Especially since we’ve been sharing a bed and a bathroom, and well, I’m pretty sure you were checking out my dick earlier.”

“Oh, my god!” She squeals, shooting up from the chair as my chuckle fills the space. “You’re an animal.” She declares, hurrying to the other side of the room, putting space between us.

“You’re right. I am an animal. Which I happen to think you secretly like.”

She sighs. “You have to stop with that nonsense, old man.”

I shake my head. “Nope. I know what you were doing in the bathroom, Angel, and I know you’re scared of the way it makes you feel, but when you’re ready to have that itch scratched, let me know.”

Her cheeks flare to life like two red beacons in a dark sea, and I point to the window .

“Things are heating up out there. If you feel brave enough to get a closer look instead of watching from the window, come outside. Watching is half the fun.”

I leave the room quickly then, letting my words sink in and curiosity fills my mind.

Will she make an appearance?

Time will tell.