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Taz doesn’t notice the interaction and continues, “Blaze says you haven’t eaten, so a prospect is bringing up food for you.” Taz chuckles. Sin and I stare at him. He shakes his head. “I think it’s funny that as much of a hard time as your brother gives Prez, he is his father’s son. Demanding and to the point.” Sin and I laugh because he’s not wrong.
Taz grabs my hand and walks toward his door. Once in the hall, we’re met by my brothers, who look chill. No one tried to murder anyone else–good. I think I even heard a chuckle from Blaze before he noticed us.
“So, you are all set, little sister. I got you in a pretty decent setup on Gunner's floor. Plenty of room for all your girly shit and books.” Blazes let out a bark of laughter at the incredulous look on Sin's face.
He steps up to her and brings her to his side. He leans down and says something in her ear, making her snort and laugh. And as much as I want to focus on them, my body’s focused on the man beside me and the heat from his sexy, hard, Adonis-like body. A shiver runs down my spine as he wraps his hand around my shoulders and pulls me into the crook of his arm like this is the most normal thing in the world. It hasn’t been weeks or months, but this feels right. I can't deny it. So I’m going to go with it. I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze. He lets out a hiss, making me immediately loosen my hold and look up at him. Looking down at me, he shakes his head, leans, and kisses my forehead.
Bull, Blaze, and Sin turn on their heels and walk off with little of a word to me. Well, hell, goodnight bitches; love you, too. Damn, a girl gets a man, and she ain't shit.
Again, with the damn chuckling, Taz pulls me toward the main room.
“Let's get to be my little tornado. I have plans for you.”
Thirty-Six
BELLAMY
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The walk to Taz’s suite is silent. The air between us is filled with tension, but not the bad kind, the sexy I’m about to rip your clothes off kind. Taz pulls me through the front door and is clearly on a mission. He doesn’t stop to give me a tour. Looking around as he drags me along, I notice that like his office, his suite is very masculine. There isn’t the manly sports shit all over the place like he has in his office, which is a plus. What makes it so manly is the dark hardwood floors and straight lines. The most surprising thing is that it is modern. There is actual décor in the living space, and it’s a decent size. The couches are not leather, which is incredibly shocking, but black. Everything else is understated but goes well in the room. Of course, he has a big flat screen mounted on the wall with an entertainment center in the same dark wood as the other accent furniture. As expected, there are game consoles and controllers and games, but he’s placed them in a way that doesn’t make them look like an eyesore. From what I see, I’m not mad at the space, mainly because I will share it with him for now or forever if Taz has anything to say about it.
A small smile creases my lips at that thought. I should be scared or second-guessing this decision, but I’m not. This feels right. It feels like this is where I’m supposed to be. My parents’ history should have me holding back, but I can’t find it in me to do that. I want him–all of him.
Taz pulls me into his bedroom. In the darkness, a king-size bed has nightstands and lamps on either side and two dressers split by a standing light on either side of the room. There is a sitting area with a bookshelf with an oversized chair next to a large window that takes up most of the wall on that side of the room, and again, I’m impressed by what I see. Taz pulls me slowly along until we are standing in a beautiful bathroom.
A large tub, his and hers standing sinks, a built-in open wall closet filled with towels and other items, and a separate standing shower. I assume the toilet is behind the only other door in the room. The bathroom is lighter than the other spaces. The floors are the same deep hardwood, but the counters are marble, and the cabinets are off-white with gold accents. Taz walks, lifts me, and sits me on the counter between his and her sinks. I hiss when the cold counter touches my thighs, then moan when the relief from the cold counter gives my injured thigh. Taz pauses for a second, searching my face. Then he leans in and gives me a quick peck on the lips once he determines I won’t keel over. He moves around the room, getting the shit he needs, turning the shower on to warm up, grabbing towels. I marvel at the space and the little touches here and there. When he stops to look around, he slowly turns back to me, and the heat in his eyes has my breath hitching,
“Strip.”
The way he is looking at me has me rubbing my thighs together. The need that courses through me is almost blinding. The lust in his dark eyes has my panties wet and a moan of anticipation leaving me. I didn't realize that he’d already stripped down, and my mouth waters at the sight of him. How in the fuck did I get so damn lucky? The man is sex personified, and I’m not even remotely mad at it. I take him in from head to toe, noticing and narrowing my eyes at the bruise on his ribs, stopping my perusal of his large, hard, firm body.
He cuts into my thoughts. “Your pops and I had a chat. It's all good, tornado. Come here.” he says with a hungry growl.
My eyes snap up to his. My brows draw together as I look at him. When the fuck did he and Prez disagree? That shit looks fresh as hell. And I know the fucker he fucked up didn’t get many hits in, and not enough to do that. Taz shakes his head at me, clearly reading my mind.
“Nope, we are not talking about it. What and why is between your pops and me. Let's leave it at that. Come here.” He growls again with more force and base in his voice, and my feet move despite my brain's protest.
I said it once, and I’ll say it again. I’m one of those girls being led around by her pussy strings because, without question or a word of retort, I do what he says. Yep, I’m dick-whipped.
Even with my pussy being a needy little whore, a part of me is silently fuming. Why in the hell did he and Gunner disagree? And then it hits me, and my steps falter. Yeah, Gunner is my father and all that, for fuck's sake–men are so damn stupid. I shake my head. That mocha motherfuckhead put his hands on my boo thang. What kind of old-fashioned, touch my daughter and die bullshit is this? My mind runs through all the ways I can make Daddy dearest pay. Fuck what Taz says. Nope, he will get a little Demon Bellamy for his troubles, father or not. He may not catch these hands, but he will get something a little better. I smirk, then shutter when I feel Taz’s hands on me.
Taz slowly kneels in front of me. His hand is on my bare calf, unlacing my boots. He takes them off, and my socks come off next. Without standing, he reaches up, undoes my shorts, and pulls them with my underwear down my legs, being careful of my bandage that at some point needs to be changed. I watch him and try to keep my breathing even because right now, my body is humming with a need for him to take me and make me his all over again.
“I’m going to leave this on,” he says without looking at me, lightly touching my bandaged thigh. “Doc uses shit that is waterproof.” His voice is stern, but I don’t think it has anything to do with me. “Working with a bunch of bikers that don’t listen to shit, he got smart. After we shower, I’ll clean and replace it.” he says, kissing my bandaged thigh, causing me to shutter. He continues with his task of undressing me.
I'm glad I'm the girl who likes to keep things nice and clean. I trimmed my lady bits with a landing strip pointing to heaven. He pulls my shirt over my head once my shorts and underwear are discarded. I see a grimace cross his face, and now I know why he had done it earlier, renewing my resolve to get a little daughter payback on dear old Dad. I get lost thinking about how I will get his ass for being an overprotective dick.
Taz doesn’t notice the change in me, or maybe he does and ignores it. He pulls me toward the shower, opening the glass door, causing steam to fill the room. Taz pulls me in and I like the good Black man he is. He stops to stare at my hair and then back down at me. He pulls me to the furthest corner of the shower and steps out. Looking back at me, he says, “Don’t move,” and leaves me staring after him. This whole listening to him when he tells me stuff is getting out of hand. As I’m about to step forward, trying to figure out how not to get my hair wet while washing this exhausting day off my body, the shower door opens. Taz steps in with narrowed eyes, knowing exactly what I’m about to do. He lifts his hand, showing me what's in it, and it pisses me all the way the fuck off, and I’m about to lose my entire shit on this motherfucker.
He steps in close to me. We are nearly chest to chest, and he growls out his words, “First, calm that shit right the fuck down. My sisters always complain about forgetting their shower caps at Mom's house when they come for visits. Along with a bunch of other girly shit, so I stocked up and had a shit ton of it here for them. Ain’t no other bitch that isn't blood has used this shower or been in my space the sixteen years I’ve been in this club.” He kisses my lips, and I take a minute to respond, but he keeps going. My body relaxes, and without a word, he opens and puts the cap on me as I stare at him with my mouth wide open. He chuckles, turns away from me, and quickly washes his body. When he’s satisfied, he turns and does the same to me. And damn, does he do a damn good job of working me up?
Thoroughly cleaned and dried, the bandage has been taken care of. Taz pulls me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom toward the bed. He looks down at me with heated eyes. My pussy quivers. Trailing my eyes from his face and down his bare body, I marvel at his muscles on full display and the deep ‘V’ that leads down to the motherfuckin’ promise land. Oh, lawd this man in all his glory. His cock bobs as pre-cum glistens. Heaven. My body heats with anticipation of what's to come. His hand goes to my chin, and he lifts my eyes to him; the heat I see reflected at me has my knees nearly buckling. When he leans down, I expect a kiss and lean forward. His head shifts, and his lips are next to my ear. I try not to squirm and show my disappointment. His hot breath tickles my neck, and as he breathes me in, letting out his after pressing his hard cock against my belly.
“Don’t move a goddamned inch, Bellamy.” He moans, shifting his hips, rubbing pre-cum on my belly.
My arousal drips down my thighs, my thighs clench together, trying to relieve the pressure. I moan as he kisses my neck. Never in all my life have I allowed any man to tell me what to do, but this man rules me, and I don’t understand. But I damn sure know I can't make it easy for him. Look up at him with defiance in my eyes.
“Who the f…”
