“Not at the same time,” he grumbled with a half pout. “You like fucking rough.”
Eh, he had a point. I smiled. “Maybe you should go home, Luke.”
He shook his head. “No. I want to fuck you here. I’m used to being high, I can manage it.” He stood and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. I gasped just as he slammed his mouth against mine, this kiss rougher than the one before. He was a man claiming ownership of me. My cock jerked. “You’re mine, Quain. Don’t forget that, all right? Let me fuck you here.”
“No.” I touched his wrist but didn’t pull away his hand. “I’m not sharing myself in front of everyone. I’mnotone of your whores. If you want to fuck me, you’ll be a gentleman and take me to a room.”
He bared his teeth at me in a predatory grin. “I don’t have a room here.”
“Then get one.” I tightened my hold on his wrist. “Because I’m not a pushover. I’m not one of them.” I waved my hands at one of the Courtesans, who was currently bent over the pool table taking it up the ass. “If you dare treat me like one, I’ll cut off your balls and feed them to my dad’s pigs. Understood?”
His eyes twinkled and burned at the same time. “Yeah.” He peered around until his gaze caught King. Licking his lips, he nodded and dragged me to my feet. “Come with me.”
I let him lead me past his brothers. None of them paid us much attention, too fixated on either their drinks or someone they were fucking. We walked up a set of steps I knew led to the bedrooms. When the Kings weren’t home, I’d perused the clubhouse, noted who was in each room. As an assassin, even one protecting someone, I had to know the locations I’d be attending regularly. This was one of them. So I knew when he stopped at a certain wooden door that this room belonged to King.
He grabbed the knob and opened it, dragging me inside and slamming it shut behind him, clicking the lock. I turned, assessing the bedroom, which hadn’t changed since the last time I was here. Charcoal walls, a sitting area in the right corner, a large flatscreen TV, and a massive bed in the center with a leather headboard. He had it all. It was the most elegant room in the entire clubhouse, if you ignored King’s office and the meeting room.
“Whose room is this?” I asked, acting naïve.
Luke stepped up behind me and laid his hands on my shoulders, digging his fingers into my muscles. I sighed and welcomed the massage. He worked miracles, and my sore body relaxed under his touch. I didn’t know if it was because it was him doing it or if my shoulders just needed that heavenly pressure.
“King’s.”
I spun on my heel, acting surprised with wide eyes. “Are you crazy, Luke? Won’t he kill us for being here?”
He chuckled and ran his hand over his head, wincing when he obviously caught the injury on the back. “Yeah, probably, but you said to get a room and you deserve the nicest. I locked the door. We’ve got time. He’s too busy with Houston downstairs.”
I nearly snorted but kept it in. King’s boy toy was really known as Dallas, but Luke liked to call him other names. I’d overheard enough conversations that it had me laughing every time. “Is that his name? Houston?”
He chuckled. “Nah, it’s Dallas, but I like pissing him off, and calling him every other Texas name I can think off does that. It annoys the fuck outta him and King.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You’re going to get yourself in a lot of trouble one day, Mr. Booth.”
He turned me and I went without a struggle, and he stared down at me in a way that had my insides heating. There was a clarity to his gaze, like maybe he wasn’t as high as he was letting on, which wouldn’t surprise me because I’d seen the kinds of things he’d inhaled and he didn’t get high easily. Weed was mild for him.
“You’re not drunk or high, are you?” I curled my fingers around his wrists and tugged him closer until his chest was pressed against mine, the warmth of his breath tickling my cheek.
“No.” He grinned. “But I wanted to see if you’d take advantage of me.”
I poked him on the chest, making him chuckle. “Excuseme, if anyone takes advantage, it’s you.”
He grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me up like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his middle, allowing him to carry me toward the bed. He was smaller than his brothers, but I knew from watching him that he was stronger than people thought. When he wasn’t smoking, drinking, fucking, or working, he was out in his uncle’s shed, where he’d stored an old weight machine, and was working out. The one thing I hated while staring down at him were the purple-black bruises that marred his handsome face. I really was going to kill everyone involved in hurting him.
He dropped me onto the bed and I bounced. I turned, ready to scamper across it, but he grabbed my ankle and yanked me back, causing my nails to scrape across the soft black blanket. I laughed when he turned me over onto my back and landed on top of me, his mouth attaching to mine in a hard kiss that had me moaning. Streaks of need shot through me, heading south toward my cock.
Luke grabbed my thigh, dragging my leg up and over his hip as he ground himself against me, his hard erection digging into my crotch. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I want to eat you up.”
“Yeah?” I tilted my head and smiled. “Are you the big bad wolf?”
“You got that right, and you’re my Little Red Riding Hood.”
I held back the snort that threatened to surface. It made more sense if he was the huntsman and I was the wolf. His naivety to who I really was amused the hell out of me. Even Undertaker and King were suspicious, and they didn’t have a business beside mine. I did okay in acting class. I was no Leonardo DiCaprio, but Luke was still clueless.
“Come on, let’s get your clothes off, humbug.” He shuffled backward onto his knees and winked at me. He was an expert at undoing my jeans by now and I let him work. There was something graceful about the way he moved, even though he was a klutz when it came to killing. Sex was his strong suit, and I was more than happy to let him take control. He had all of our clothes off in no time, with his gun holster hanging off the corner of the bed, and I blinked at him, chuckling when he grabbed my thighs and nearly bent me in half. I went with him because I wanted nothing more than to get him inside me, whether it was his cock or his tongue. Right now, it happened to be the latter.
He grabbed my cheeks, spread them, and buried his face between my ass, tongue stroking across my hole. I trembled, sparks of pleasure shooting through me and making my cock jerk. Throwing my head back, I groaned.
“Fuck.”
