Page 15 of Haze (Serpents of Chaos MC #2)

LU

Haze woke me in the morning to say he had some club business to take care of and that he’d be back later.

After having a long everything shower and making breakfast for the few people around, I finish cleaning up the kitchen.

With some free time on my hands, I decide to check out the stripper pole that was installed yesterday.

Ora and I took a few classes, and it’s really good exercise.

The clubhouse is pretty empty with the men out doing biker stuff, so now is my time to get in some practice.

Opening the door to the room with my water bottle in my hand, I come to a standstill when I see Angel sitting there on the leather couch, bare-chested, with Rose, one of the club girls, naked on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing up and down.

Angel’s dark eyes are on me, that ominous scar on his face like a warning.

I haven’t ever had a proper conversation with Angel, but I can’t help but notice his muscled body, a slight splattering of dark hair on his chest, abs to die for, and those sexy V’s that cause women to make bad decisions.

Out of all the men in the club, Angel and Ghost scare me the most.

The two of them just exist out here diabolically in plain sight when they should probably be locked up somewhere.

Rose lets up on his cock and sits back, letting me see every inch of it. And there’s a lot of inches. His dick is also pierced, but not just a Prince Albert like Haze but also a Jacob’s Ladder. I take a step back, and it’s only then that I realize there’s someone else in the room.

Suit, the club lawyer, is leaning back against the wall, his foot up against the brick, watching Rose give Angel head.

He’s wearing a crisp white shirt, folded up at the sleeves, showing off hidden ink, and black slacks.

I never even knew he had any ink because his clothes must cover them.

He pushes off the wall and comes to stand behind Rose, pulling his cock out and standing there with his feet braced apart.

He grips her hair and pulls her head to the side, sliding his cock in between her lips.

Angel patiently watches them with dark, ravenous eyes until Suit pulls her off and pushes her back in his direction. Angel takes his place, fucking her mouth. I’m frozen in place, wanting to run but unable to look away.

It’s not until Suit turns and sees me there, sending an amused and hungry smirk in my direction, that reality hits me and urges me to get the hell out of there.

“You like to watch, Cupcake?” Suit asks, both his and Angel’s eyes pinned on me. He grabs Rose off Angel’s cock and back to his.

Wow, these club brothers really do know how to share.

I clear my throat. “No, no. I’m sorry. I wanted to use the pole. I didn’t know this room was uh... maybe put a tie or something on the door next time. Okay, I’m going now.”

But before I can, Suit, that bastard, looks me right in the eye as he thrusts faster, finishing in her mouth. His face is a mask of pleasure, and I couldn’t look away if I tried. “Don’t swallow,” he orders Rose, but still keeps his eyes on me. “I want to see.”

My gaze drops to Rose as she sticks her tongue out, coated in his cum.

Oh fuck.

I need to get out of here. Now .

Quietly closing the door when I hear him telling her to finish Angel, I decide to head to the gym instead.

That wasn’t the kind of pole I was searching for, and I definitely wasn’t looking for a ladder.

Except now I’m kind of turned on.

Shit.

I never want to see Angel or Suit again.

After an hour of punching and kicking the bag in the gym, I sit on the mats and take a sip of water, my chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

My mind roams to Haze. He fucked me last night like he had all the time in the world.

And his stamina? I’ve had about two hours of sleep, and let’s be real, he did most of the work.

I lost count of how many times he made me come.

He’s insatiable, and spending the night with him is a workout in itself.

He’s incomparable to the other men I’ve slept with, but obviously, that comes with his experience.

It makes me crazy to think that most of the women in this clubhouse have experienced that from him, and they all know him in that way.

There’s a serious double standard because if I had fucked a few of the men, I’d be labeled as a club girl, and no one would want me for more than that. But because he’s a man, it’s fine for him to be a manwhore.

“You look very lost in thought there.”

I turn to see the man in question striding up to me. My eyes drop to his muscular thighs in his light jeans, then roam over his skin-tight white T-shirt and his leather cut.

“Just taking a break,” I reply, licking my lips as he stands in front of me and offers me his hand. I take it, and he pulls me up flush against his body. “You got any energy left in you?”

His lip twitches before he lowers his face to kiss me. My hands rest on his cheeks, holding him in place. “Always have energy for you. What do you have in mind?” he asks, his tone low and husky.

I step away from his embrace and lean down to pick up a pair of gloves off the mat before throwing them at him. “Think you still got it?”

He laughs, kicking off his leather boots and socks.

We used to spar together as teenagers, but never seriously.

In fact, looking back, it was probably our way of flirting.

He takes off his cut and places it neatly on the weights bench, followed by his T-shirt.

My gaze immediately zones in on his corded muscles. I am only human, after all.

“Don’t try and distract me with your muscular, tattooed body,” I call out, and he laughs, his shoulders shaking. That dimple on his right cheek makes an appearance, and it’s at this moment I know that I don’t just love Hayden.

I’m in love with Haze.

And the idea of that terrifies me.

I grab an extra pair of gloves and put them on. The two of us get in the ring and playfully spar. It’s clear to see that he has kept up with his training and is still superfast and quick on his feet.

He blocks my roundhouse kick and sweeps me off my feet but catches me before I fall back.

Gently taking me to the mat with him, he removes his gloves, then mine, and then kisses me.

I can feel how hard he is through his jeans, so I guess this was like foreplay for him too.

I’ve been wet since walking in on Angel and Suit, not that I’d ever admit that out loud.

“My badass baby.” He smiles against my lips. “Perfect kicking technique, by the way.”

I roll my eyes and run my hands down his back, feeling all the taut muscle packed in there until I reach his tight ass.

He makes a growling sound deep in his throat, then lifts off me a little, taking in my active wear.

“You look fucking sexy in this. The pants show off your round butt so nicely.” He pauses.

“Don’t wear it in front of the other men. ”

“I wear this every time I work out,” I reply, moving my fingers to touch the stubble on his face. “Now stop starting a fight with me and kiss me.”

I need to come and now.

He smirks, his amber eyes flickering with amusement and hunger before his lips land on mine. When his hand slides into my panties, I don’t stop him.

“Fuck,” I whisper as he starts to stroke me, sliding two fingers inside me and curling them.

“So wet. This is what you needed, isn’t it?” He rasps into my ear, biting down on the lobe. A bolt of pleasure runs through my body. “Is my baby needy?”

Fuck! His dirty mouth.

It makes every time with him an experience.

“What do you want, Luella? Because I know what I want. I want to taste that sweet pussy and make you come right here in the middle of the ring. Would you like that?” he asks in a gravelly tone.

I nod, and I know what he’s going to say next. And every time he says it, it makes me so fucking wet for him.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, make me come right here, please,” I beg, swallowing hard. “I want your mouth on me.”

“Good girl,” he replies, moving down my body. He slides my leggings and panties down to my knees, spreads my thighs, and eats me like a starving man.

I don’t even care that I’m sweaty, and clearly, neither does he.

He hums and growls in between licks, and it doesn’t take long for him to push me over the edge, my back arching as I cry out in pleasure.

When I come back to myself, I’m horrified to hear a soft groan of pleasure mixed with amusement.

We’re not alone in the gym.

Haze covers me with his body, making sure nothing can be seen. “What the fuck, brother?”

Turning my head toward the door, I see Suit standing there, casually leaning against the wall. From what I saw earlier, I know he likes watching, so I wonder if he liked the show we just put on.

Just how much did he see?

“Call it even, Cupcake,” he calls out before he disappears.

Motherfucker.

And great, Lore’s nickname is catching on.

“What’s he on about?” Haze asks me, helping me fix my clothing and sit up. He’s still hard, but he’s going to have to wait until we get to our bedroom to take care of that.

“Nothing,” I reply, my cheeks heating.

“ Luella .”

“I wanted to dance on the pole, and no one was around, so I went in there. But Suit and Angel were in there,” I explain, clearing my throat. “With one woman.”

Haze’s amber eyes widen as he stands and helps me up. He can’t hide the amusement written all over his face. “So what did you see?”

“Angel’s cock,” I blurt out. “And Suit’s. They were getting head from Rose.”

His amusement dies as he grips my nape. Yeah, he doesn’t like that. His voice drops, laced with anger. “I don’t like you seeing their dicks.” He pauses and then softens his tone as he asks, “Is that why you were so wet? You liked watching them, baby?”

I can feel my cheeks heat. “No… I mean, I don’t know.” He arches his brow, and my shoulders hunch. “Yeah, okay… it did turn me on.”

Wouldn’t it turn on anyone?

They are scary hot.

It’s like a scene out of a romance novel, and I’m a dark romance girl.

His teeth rake over his bottom lip. “As long as you come to me for what you need. I’ll speak to Suit about what he pulled just now.”

“It’s his clubhouse,” I say, sighing. “I just didn’t expect such wild shit to be going on before it’s even lunchtime!

I told them to put a tie on the door next time.

Give a girl a little warning. I’m not a prude, but I don’t want to see Rose sucking down Angel’s massive anaconda without some warning. ”

At this, Haze throws his head back and laughs. I can’t look away. “It’s a biker clubhouse, baby girl. There’s always dirty shit going on.”

“I’ll remember that for next time. This clubhouse needs some boundaries,” I grumble, bending down to slide through the ropes.

Haze follows after me, making a groaning sound. I turn around to see his heated gaze locked firmly on my ass. With a mischievous grin, I start running back to our room.

He chases me.

And when he catches me, he throws me down on the bed and takes what’s his.