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And to think, all this bullshit started because of a fucking territory dispute. The area we took over was unclaimed, but the fucking SDMC president was an asshole that thought we should haveaskedhim before moving in next door, essentially.

Fuck him and his egotistical bullshit.

“Get out of your head, baby,” William said as he walked through the door. I blinked, watching as he nudged the door shut with his boot. In one hand, he was holding a large vanilla milkshake, and in the other, he was holding a basket of fries. My stomach growled, and I quickly sat up, taking the fries when he offered them to me. He set the milkshake on the nightstand, then settledbehind me on the bed, tugging me to rest between his spread thighs. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

I sighed. “Why won’t you go to the mother charter?”

William grunted, then rested his chin on my shoulder. He was quiet for so long, I thought he wasn’t going to answer me. I munched on my fries, trying to come to terms with him not opening up to me. But then, he finally said, “Because it doesn’t matter where we go, Chet. The Savage Dreams will follow. And running also puts you at risk, which I willnotdo. You are safest here, and I will always do what keeps you safest.”

I sighed, turning so I faced him. He balanced my fries when I almost tipped them. “I’m not fragile, Will.”

His eyes softened, and he cupped the side of my neck, brushing his thumb along my jaw. “I know you’re not, baby. If anyone knows how fucking strong you are, trust me, it’s me. But that won’t ever stop me from trying to protect you. I willalwaysprotect you. This entire club can burn to ashes, but as long as you’re okay, I don’t give a fuck about the rest of it.”

I hated that I swooned at his words. I shouldn’t have because this club was my family. They’d given me a place to belong. Had welcomed me into their fold without blinking an eye. They weren’t even bothered by my sometimes-bratty attitude and the way I kinda liked to be babied by my husband. I was who I was, and they accepted me at face value.

But for so much of my life, I’d wanted someone like William to come along, sweep me off my feet, and not give a fuck about the rest of the world—only me. And I was so greedy for the way this man loved me.

“That’s so fucked up,” I whispered before stuffing a greasy, salty fry into my mouth.

William’s lips quirked just the tiniest bit at the corners. “And you like it. So what’s that make you?”

I snorted. “Just as fucked up as you, I guess.”

William shook his head and grabbed my milkshake, placing the straw at my lips. “Shut up and drink this so we can deal with your upset stomach later.”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

His lips didn’t even budge, but I saw the smile in his eyes.

9

William

My eyes snapped open when I heard Chet whimper in his sleep. I quickly rolled over onto my side, my arm curling around him. His skin was damp with sweat, and he was trembling despite the heat rolling off his body. When he whimpered, “No,” I clenched my jaw and curled my body around his, squeezing my arm beneath him so I could crush him against me.

I didn’t try to wake him. I just held him tightly and waited for his subconscious mind to recognize me. And slowly, it did, the trembling easing and his skin slowly beginning to cool. I pressed my lips to his shoulder blade, letting them linger for a moment before I shut my eyes again.

Come morning, he wouldn’t remember he’d had a nightmare or a flashback, and I chose to leave it that way. When he remembered, or even if he didn’t but I made him aware, it left him hollow and bleak forhoursbecause for some fucking reason, he was of the mindset that he should be over whathappened to him as a kid. So, I kept my mouth shut, and for the most part, he remained oblivious.

Was it wrong of me to? Probably. But I would always do what was best for him, and sometimes, that meant hiding things like this so his mental well-being stayed intact.

Soft lips metthe tip of my cock, and then, Chet’s warm, wet mouth wrapped around me, slowly sliding further and further down until his nose was buried in my pubes. My eyelids peeled open, and I groaned, widening my thighs for him, my fingers sliding in his hair. He glanced up at me from beneath long, dark lashes, the look both somehow coy and innocent—coy because heknewwhat he was doing to me and innocent because he was seeking my approval, even though he knew he could never do anything to me I wouldn’t fucking like.

“So pretty, baby,” I rasped, my voice low and husky with sleep. “You suck my cockso well.”

He groaned, his eyelids fluttering shut before he opened them again, locking those dark eyes on mine again. Then, he began to bob his head. Despite wanting to fuck up into his throat, I remained still, letting him take his time and work me over. Sometimes, that was one of his best rewards. Helovedknowing he could get me off without any assistance from me.

Andfuck, he was so damn good at it.

I groaned when he flattened his tongue along the underside of my cock, my neck arching. “Fuck, baby. Just like that.” I scraped my fingernails along his scalp, and I swear to fuck, he practicallypurred, his throat vibrating around my length. “I love how you look when you’re worshiping me.”

He doubled down then, like my praise urged him on. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I couldn’t help the moan that crawled up my throat even if I wanted. Growling, I pulled him up and off of me before lurching forward, shoving him onto his back. He sucked in a sharp breath, then moaned when I slipped my fingers between his cheeks and found his hole already slick and loose, ready for me. I smirked at him, my brows arching.

“Eager this morning?” I murmured, leaning down to kiss him.

He nodded. “Please, sir.”

Goddamn, he begged so prettily.