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When I stood, I had her turn her back to me and then washed her hair with my shampoo, allowing my baser instincts to revel in that fact she wore my scent on her. I massaged her head till she moaned and fell lax at my touch. I was gentle. I was kind.

Then it was her turn.

Unlike me, she had no issues with using her fingers, teeth, and tongue to touch every inch of me.

To tease me. To intrigue me. I was putty in her hands by the time she got to her knees.

I had half a chub getting into the shower, and then a full one when she lowered herself to the floor.

I’d thought she’d tease me more, just to clean me.

And she did. But then the water washed away the soap her expertly guided hands had put on my dick as they moved up and down my shaft in a rotating way.

Once the soap was gone, she kissed the tip, and my cock jerked in reaction.

She watched me bounce, and then she looked up at me with a smirk before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out.

She held my eyes as she licked around the edge of my dick’s head.

I grunted but didn’t force anything. If she wanted to tease, I’d let her—till she had enough time to rest, and then I’d fuck her within an inch of her life for being the biggest tease ever.

My hands were tight, balled into fists to keep me from grabbing her head and face-fucking her.

She eyed them, then me, and I swear I could see the spark of a challenge in her eyes a second before she started pumping her hands up and down my shaft as she used her mouth to bob on my dick, taking as much as she could.

I couldn’t resist—I had to touch her. I grabbed her head and sank my fingers into her hair, caressing her scalp as she massaged my cock with her mouth.

It was pure fucking heaven. There was no rush, no worries that the hot water on her back would run out.

I had nowhere to go, no plans that meant I had to hurry this up.

When Icame, I tried to pull out, just a little, to give her the option.

She just sucked harder, and I came down her throat with a groan and a whisper of her name on my lips.

She stood and I grabbed her, kissing her till we were both out of air and needed to breathe.

I wanted her to know I appreciated that.

That I was honored she did that. If I had to taste myself on her lips, I was fine with it.

I’d forced her to taste her own self not just a little while ago on the stairs, after all.

It was only fair that I was willing to do the same.

We dried off and got in bed, after ordering tacos. We were both starving, and I’m not about to deny Viv her favorite food. I personally am fond of her Cunt-Wrap Supreme. She didn’t laugh as much as I did when I said that, but I thought it was funny. Still do.

So now we wait. The tacos should be here soon, and I know one of my guys will get everything delivered to my room. And while we wait, we lie in each other’s arms, naked as the day we were born. It’s the fucking best.

With vamps, you don’t let them get comfortable in your bed.

If they sleep over, it’s because of a long night of fucking.

It’s not because you’re cuddling. Cuddling gets them to thinking things are more than what they are.

Vamps are good for a few things, but I don’t think any of the brothers will ever consider one to be an old lady.

Why would you want to know your old lady fucked your brother and sucked another’s cock at the same time just before you came along? Talk about an awkward bachelor party.

“What was the name of the brother who died?”

“Shovel.”

She pushes away from me to lean on her arm above me. “As in the tool?”

I push her hair behind her ear and guide my hand down her cheek to rub my thumb along her lips. She kisses it softly, and it brings a small closed-lip smile to my face.

“As in Shovelhead. It’s a classic motorcycle engine, and the guy was obsessed with them. He talked about them all the time and even had about seven lying around his shop that he put into his choppers and a few brothers bikes. He was a good guy,” I say as I drop my hand, and she nods.

“I’m sorry he died.”

“Me too.” I tilt my head a bit and shake it. “But I ain’t sorry that it was him over you.”

She nods again, no smile. It’s a hard thing to be happy about, but it’s the truth.

I wrap my other arm around her and pull her back to me.

There will be plenty of time for us to talk about the hard stuff.

This isn’t over. We’re in the middle of it.

Things can go up or down from here, and it’ll most likely come with tough conversations.

But for now, I can just sink into the feeling of having Viv in my arms and tacos on the way.

I’ve learned a lot in my life as a Hound. One lesson I got from the brothers who’ve found themselves something special is to enjoy every fucking moment of it. You never know when it’ll go south and they’ll die, or wise up and leave our asses for something better.

Being with a Hound ain’t easy. We don’t talk about everything with our girls.

We keep them in the dark unless we have to pull them in.

And usually, we tell them too late. It sucks, but that’s the track record lately.

I want to break the mold, but I don’t know if I can.

Telling Viv things seems like a win-lose situation no matter what I say.

I can keep her looped in on her own issues, but what if that makes her want to just get involved more?

To put herself in a position to “help,” and it just gets her killed or taken?

And what if I tell her about the real reason I’m here?

What will she say when she realizes the club she’s been living beside for months was involved with sex trafficking?

Would she look at us differently? At me?

Even if I’m here to investigate, my club was involved.

She could think I was, too, or still am.

And what happens when she learns that I don’t plan on staying? Would she end this before we go any further? Before any feelings get involved?

Too late.

Banging on the door has Viv jumping out of bed, grabbing a shirt out of my drawer, and putting it on. “Coming,” she yells, but it’s muffled as she pulls the shirt over her head. She looks at me with a megawatt smile, and I feel my heart twist a bit more.

“Tacos are here,” she says as she bounces away to the door. I don’t worry that she isn’t safe. We’re in my place, and no one is going to hurt her while I’m close.

I’m falling for this girl, and she doesn’t even know it.

When I leave, I’ve got a feeling a part of me will stay.

A strong part. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get that part back.

’Cause the way things are looking, Viv has my whole damn heart locked in a box and has already thrown away the key.