Page 28 of Fallen Dove (Fallen Lords MC 2nd Gen #1)

Adley

Every table was full, pool leagues in the back were loud enough to shake the walls, and Thorn was working double speed behind the bar with Mason. I’d been running my ass off since the doors opened at four, and by ten, I was sure my feet were going to mutiny and walk me straight out the door.

But it wasn’t the crowd or the chaos that weighed on me tonight.

It was the secret.

The way Mason’s eyes burned into me when I crossed the room, only to flick away the second anyone else might notice. The brush of his hand when we passed each other behind the bar. The weight of his gaze when I leaned over a table.

I wanted to scream it to the whole damn room, Mason is mine. I wanted what the older ol’ ladies had. That easy claim and the way their men touched them openly and proudly. Instead, I was ducking into shadows for stolen glances.

By the time I carried a tray of empties into the back, my chest was tight with it.

The door shut behind me, muting the roar of the club, and before I could take a breath, I felt him.

“Mason-”

He caught me by the wrist and pulled me into his office, shutting the door with a hard click. The second the lock turned, his mouth was on mine.

I dropped the tray on his desk with a clatter and let him devour me. His kiss was rough, claiming, and his tongue slid against mine like he needed me to breathe. My back hit the desk, papers scattering under me as he pressed me down, his body covering mine.

“You drive me crazy out there,”

he growled against my lips.

“Watching you smile at everyone else when all I want is for you to look at me like that.”

“I do look at you like that,”

I panted, and tugged at his shirt.

“You just don’t let yourself see it.”

His hand slid up my thigh, fingers gripping, thumb brushing the seam of my jeans. Heat pooled low in my belly, sharp and desperate.

“Mason,”

I whispered, my voice catching when he pressed harder.

His jaw clenched.

“This is insane. I swore I wouldn’t-”

I pushed at his chest until he leaned back just enough for me to slide off the desk. My knees hit the carpet, and his eyes went wide.

“Adley…”

His voice was ragged, and his hand braced against the desk as I reached for his belt.

“You swore a lot of things,”

I said softly, and unfastening the buckle with fingers that shook from wanting.

“And we’ve broken every one of them.”

His breath hissed out as I tugged his jeans open.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

I met his gaze, and heat curled through me.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

He groaned when I freed him, thick and heavy in my hand. Already hot and hard against my palm. My mouth watered as I stroked him. Slow at first while I watched the way his head tipped back, and the muscles in his neck strained.

“Christ, Adley,”

he rasped.

I leaned forward with my lip parted, and the taste of him flooded my tongue. Salty, intoxicating, and addictive. He cursed as his hand tangled in my hair. Not pushing, just holding on like I was the only thing tethering him to the ground.

I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, and savored the ragged sound he made. His hips jerked, barely controlled, and his other hand slammed against the desk for balance.

“You’re gonna kill me,”

he groaned. His voice broke as I set a rhythm, hand and mouth working together, sliding, teasing, devouring.

I moaned around him, and the vibration made him shudder. He tugged my hair gently, and forced me to look up. His eyes were black fire, and locked on mine. “Mine,”

he growled.

“You’re mine, little dove.”

The words sent a sharp ache of need straight through me, and I took him deeper. Swallowing him down until he cursed and his whole body went taut. His release hit hard, spilling over my tongue, and I took every drop. The sound of his groans burned into my memory.

When I finally pulled back, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, and my chest was heaving. He looked wrecked. Flushed, jaw clenched, and eyes still wild.

“Adley…”

He hauled me up, kissing me hard, and tasting himself on my lips like he couldn’t get enough.

I clung to him with my legs trembling and the desk digging into my hips.

“We can’t keep doing this,”

he said against my mouth, though his hands were still on me, gripping and pulling me closer.

“Yes, we can,”

I whispered.

“Because we want to. Because we need to.”

He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes.

“Tomorrow. Just you and me. No hiding. A whole day where it’s just us.”

I swallowed, my heart thudding. “Promise?”

“Promise,”

he said and sealed it with a kiss that was softer, slower, but no less consuming.