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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

DAKOTA

“Are you done sucking her face so we can get to know Dakota a little better?” a man asks, standing above us.

Shifting my attention to him, I look up into the setting sunlight and see a man standing directly in front of us. He’s nothing like I expect to see. I didn’t meet him earlier, and I have no clue who he is. But when he extends his hand, he introduces himself as Piggy.

“Piggy?” I ask

He laughs softly as his eyes search mine, and then he clears his throat before he speaks. “When I’m not hanging out around here, I’m a cop in town.”

Blinking, I’m not sure that I heard him correctly. “You’re a policeman?” I ask.

“We’re rough looking on the outside, I know. But I can turn a blind eye to the less-than-legal things the club does. I know they’re all good men, and I’m proud to call them brothers.”

I’m not sure if he’s trying to sell me on these guys or what, but I’m totally sold. Although, I kind of already was before he even said anything. I’m not okay with what I saw between Bullet and that woman, but I haven’t decided how I’m going to approach that yet.

We aren’t together. I mean, he’s made some declarations, but he hasn’t asked me if I wanted to date, and I don’t live here. I literally live all the way across the country.

Giving Piggy a smile, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and watch him for a moment. He smirks down at me before Bullet stands, excusing himself, and I’m surprised. Bullet has been sticking to my side like glue from the moment he walked up to me.

I watch him for a moment as he stands with a group of men. He doesn’t go far. In fact, if I raised my voice at all, he would be close enough to hear every word, but feeling the loss of him at my side is odd. I didn’t realize that I was so comfortable with him and that, at the same time, he was so comforting .

Piggy hands me a bottle. Wrapping my fingers around the cool glass, I turn to face him, forcing myself to tear my gaze away from Bullet and his perfect ass, which I had also begun ogling.

Flicking my gaze from Piggy’s to the bottle, I sink my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip and worry it for a moment. I know it’s beer, but I’ve never tasted it before. I hope I don’t make an entire idiot out of myself here.

He leans forward, no doubt guessing that this is my first beer, and when he speaks, I have to cover my mouth and laugh.

“It’s going to taste like piss. It’s normal.”

Shifting my gaze down to the beer again, I wonder if I really should drink it. If it tastes like pee, I don’t think I want any part of it. Piggy chuckles, and I lift my eyes to meet his again. His are dancing.

“I was going to have a semiserious conversation with you, but I don’t think I can do that knowing you’re about to drink that beer for the first time ever in front of me. It’s fascinating. I can’t look away.”

My cheeks heat from embarrassment, and I know they’re probably red, too. Lifting the bottle to my lips, I take a pull from the glass and wince as soon as the liquid touches my taste buds.

Quickly lowering the glass, I cough, pinching my eyes closed. Piggy laughs, and when I open one eye, I look over to him. He is grinning—huge. Once the liquid is down and I’ve gathered myself, I set the bottle down on the ground beside my chair.

“Well, that was awful,” I announce.

Piggy laughs again, but not as boisterously this time, just a quiet chuckle before he stops. His gaze finds mine, and he smirks before his expression changes and becomes a bit more serious. Far too serious. I bite the inside of my lip, waiting for what is likely going to upset me in some way, stress me out, or make me totally nervous.

“Since I’m a cop, gotta let you know that I looked into you for the club.”

My heart races, although I’m unsure why because I have nothing to hide. In fact, I have nothing for them to find, either. I am boring as hell, and I’m perfectly content with that, too. I don’t hold my breath, but I’m really close to doing it as I wait for him to continue. Thankfully, he puts me out of my misery.

“I wanted to offer you some information on your mother. I got the impression you truly didn’t know much.” Then, before I realize what’s happened, he hands me an envelope from inside of his leather vest. “Don’t open it here. Make sure you have a moment to really sit with it.”

Thanking him, I grip the envelope in my hand, crumpling it slightly. He chuckles again, likely thinking of my reaction to the beer as he stands, but he doesn’t walk away. Instead, he dips his chin, and his eyes find mine.

“You got any questions at all, babe, don’t hesitate. Didn’t know Shade back then, never met your mom, but you seem like you’re a good person, so my guess is you got the best of them both.”

He walks away, leaving me alone with the envelope that holds some secrets about my mom. I’m not sure if I need to know. My mother ended up in the place she did for a reason, and while I know that it wasn’t the best place, I wasn’t unhappy. I was clothed and fed, and I had tons of people around me who cared about me.

There is movement in front of me, and I lift my gaze to meet his. It’s Bullet. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he holds out his hand, palm facing up. I slip my free hand in his and rise to my feet. He touches his lips to mine while slipping the envelope out of my other hand.

When he lifts his head, I open my mouth to ask him to give it back but watch as he tucks it into the pocket of his vest, much the way Piggy just took it out from his. “I’ll keep it here until you’re ready to read it.”

“Have you seen what’s inside?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He shakes his head, shifting forward to touch his mouth to mine again. “No, baby, I haven’t read it. Not mine to read. Now, let’s have some fun.”

We do just that.

Too much of it, actually.

BULLET

What I’m doing is purely for selfish reasons. I am, without a doubt, getting my woman drunk so we can have drunk sex. I’m going to call this all part of getting to know one another. And I want to know all about her.

Instead of giving her beer, I get the stash from the clubwhores’ fridge with hard ciders and keep that flowing. For myself, I take shots of tequila chased by beer. I’m not sure how long we stay out at the party.

The music begins to change, the vibe begins to change, and the whores come out to play. I take this as a cue to get the fuck gone and into my room. Well, for Dakota’s sake. I don’t think she wants to be here when the party really starts.

Wrapping my arm around Dakota’s shoulders, I pull her against my side and touch my lips to her temple. I kiss her there before I shift them down to her ear. “Let’s get out of here, baby.”

She jerks her head slightly, then looks up at me. “Where are we going?” she asks. There’s a slight slur, and I can’t help but smirk. I hope she’s a wild fuck when she’s drunk. I’m ready for a whole goddamn show tonight.

“Where are we going?” she asks again.

She’s so cute, slightly confused and a lot tipsy. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her against my chest before I speak. “We’re going to bed now, baby.”

“Wow,” she exhales.

“Wow?”

She nods, her tongue sneaking out to taste her lips. They stay parted, her eyelids hooded as she looks up at me through her lashes. Fuck, but this girl is perfection. Every goddamn ounce of her is, without a doubt, perfect. Nobody could tell me otherwise at this point. I don’t give a fuck what they try to say.

Dakota gulps, then her lips curve up into a small, sexy smile. “The way you call me baby, it’s hot.”

I growl. I can’t handle it a second longer. Unless she wants to get fucked out here by this bonfire, which, to be fair, I would not be opposed to, but I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t like it. At least not yet, but maybe one day.

Bending at the knees, I shove my shoulder into her belly and haul her over my body as I straighten. Wrapping my arms around her upper thighs, I move toward the clubhouse. I hear cheers and whistles as I walk through the men and whores.

As I reach the door, I catch Exorcist’s gaze on us. She narrows her eyes, then turns her head as if trying to make some sort of point, but I don’t really give a fuck what it could be. Instead, I continue on my way and head straight toward my bedroom.

When Shade died, we, as a club, went through his things. Shit that was important, we boxed up. Shit that was just shit got given away or tossed. Keeping his bedframe and furniture but buying a new mattress, his room became mine.

It’s the only bedroom with an attached bathroom. Therefore, it is the president’s room—my room now. Although I have to admit, I would give up this sweet space just to have Shade back with us again.

I open the door and slam it closed behind me, flipping the lock into place before I slowly release Dakota. Shaking thoughts of Shade out of my head, I grin as she slides down the front of my body. Her eyes find mine as her fingers curl around the back of my neck, her gaze focusing on mine and never leaving.

I cup her cheeks and slide my thumb along her bottom lip, tugging on the flesh slightly. Searching her gaze, I dip my chin slightly, touching my mouth to hers. I moan into her mouth when I slip my tongue inside of her as her body melts toward mine.

Slowly, she breaks the kiss, and our breathing is labored as she sinks down to her knees. I almost tell her that she doesn’t have to do this, but I’m not a good enough fucking man for that, so I don’t say a single word.

She unbuckles my belt, unzips my jeans, and slowly pushes them past my hips and down to my ankles without looking anywhere else but up into my eyes. I cup her cheek, and my cock twitches as I slide my thumb across her bottom lip one more time before I glide it around to tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck.

Gripping her hair, I gently tug her head back slightly so her back is bowed. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and use my other hand to wrap my fingers around the base of my cock as I align myself with her parted lips.

“Open for me, baby,” I murmur.

She does, although her lips were already half-open anyway. When she opens her mouth completely, only then do I slowly guide my cock inside. She whimpers, her gaze staying connected to my own as I shift out of her mouth, then sink back inside, each time going a little farther down her throat, keeping an eye on her reaction so I don’t actually choke her.

Massaging the back of her neck, I continue to move. Curling the fingers of my other hand around the front of her throat, I massage her there as well. Saliva slides down her chin, but I can’t look anywhere except her eyes.

Those honey eyes own me.

As I move inside of her, I want nothing more than to fuck her mouth hard and fast, but I don’t do that. Instead, I take my time, watching as her body relaxes more and more with each thrust of my hips. I know she’s here with me the moment she lifts her hands, wrapping her fingers around the backs of my thighs and digging her nails in to hold on for dear fucking life.

Fuck.

Yes .

I use that as an opportunity to let myself go a bit but still keep my control on lockdown as I thrust in and out of her. I watch as her eyes water, and I’m so damn close that I could easily close my eyes and come down her throat, but I decide against it.

Holding her head still, I shift from inside of her mouth and look at the beautiful mess I created. Her cheeks are stained with tears, her eyes are wide, and her lashes are wet. Saliva is all over her chin, and her lips are swollen from my cock.

Perfection.

“Next time, I come down your throat,” I growl. “But tonight, I fuck that pretty pussy, after I eat it.”

And that is exactly what I do.

Until we both pass the fuck out.