“Ooh, a catfight!” Fort sneered, running out of the kitchen to watch the show.
Like I needed more fucking drama. My eyes rolled as I headed out. I tiptoed among the naked bodies scattered on the floor. When I reached the rubble of what used to be the lounge, there was a blonde bitch in nothing but a white tank top and a G-string hunkered on the floor, bleeding from her nose, a few of her friends gathering around her.
“I’m sorry, but you were attacking me for no reason at all.”
I couldn’t see who was speaking because of the swarm of angry bees blocking the view, but I’d recognize that voice anywhere.
I took one step before the blonde bitch growled, jumping to her feet, and charged forward. The swarm dispersed, and Jo was standing at the front door, a target. I was about to end this fight with one word, but Jo ducked and dodged the bitch, then grabbed her arms behind her back and twisted her wrist.
“You bitch! Prez! Fort! She’s gonna break my arm!” the blonde bitch shrieked.
Fort looked at me for permission to interfere, but I shook my head. Now,Iand my cock were enjoying the show.
“I’m not going to break anything if you just learn to use your words. How hard could that be?” Jo said, and I couldn’t hold the laughter.
Silence fell in as Jo met my face. She was wearing her shades, but I knew she was staring at me as intently as I was staring at her. I couldn’t explain the joy and relief filling me the second I saw her despite the rumbling rage that screamed at me to throw her over my shoulder, tie her to my bed and fuck her until she learned how to be my good girl.
“Um…okay…I’m going to—”
I didn’t let her finish. I stormed toward her, wrapped my arms under her ass and carried her away from the blonde. “Help your friend,” I nodded at the other bitches as I put Jo over my shoulder and hauled us to the only room that was still intact in this shithole.
“That’s it? She broke my nose and my arm, Prez,” the blonde whined.
I glanced at Fort to take care of it. He snorted in disapproval but went over to the bitch. He had no choice but to obey me and do his job.
“Furore, put me down,” Jo yelped.
My answer was a loud spank on her hot ass. Then I squeezed it because I missed her body so fucking much. She yelped again, trying to slide out of my grip, but once we were inside, I kicked the door closed behind us and pinned her to the wall. With my hand around her throat, I grabbed her wrists and held them together above her head.
Her tits rose and fell with her catching breath, and I didn’t know what to feast on first, her lips or those tits. God, the things she was doing to my body… The things I’d do to hers…
“What are you doing?” she whispered, her voice raspy, going straight to my cock.
“What the fuck areyoudoing?” She was driving me out of my fucking my mind in her absence and her presence. I’d never been that crazy about a pussy, not even when I was a fucking kid—and not even with Madeline. My whole life was about business, riding, the club and my boy. Why was I so hung up on this woman that I was ready to fuck up my whole life just to have her and keep her safe? “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“It’s your hand around my throat. What the fuck areyoudoing tome?”
I loved the wordfuckfrom those lips and couldn’t wait to hear it when she was under me, couldn’t wait to see how feisty she’d become, how hard she’d scream. “Where did you learn how to fight like that?”
“It’s…just reflexes.”
I yanked her shades off her face and tossed them on the floor so I could see her eyes when she dared lie to my face. “Don’t lie to me. Who taught you those moves?”
“They’re simple self-defense moves, Furore. Every woman should know them.”
“Simple my ass. You broke the bitch’s nose.” I squinted at her. “Are you a fucking cop?”
“What?!”
“You’ve always been suspicious of me. Now, it’s my turn.” I stared at her tits. “They sent you to spy on me? You wearing a wire?” I yanked her t-shirt off her head and dipped my hands inside the cups of her bra. The feeling of her plump tits twitched my cock hard.
“You’re insane.”
“Am I? I grabbed her tits out by the nipples, pinching them. “Whose fault is that?”
She squirmed with a hiss, her thighs rubbing together. “Stop groping me. I’m not a cop. Never been, never will be or have you forgotten who I am? And you can see clearly that I’m not wearing a wire.”
My gaze dropped to her jeans, and I licked my lip, pushing my aching erection into her stomach. “Don’t know. Maybe you’re hiding it somewhere else.” I rubbed the outline of the slit of her pussy on the denim up and down with one finger. “Have to make sure.”
