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“Not smart to be flashing our faces all around town right now, brother.”
Even dumber to leave me with the gorgeous traumatized virgin.
They stared each other down. Sarge’s smirk spoke for itself. Though the man could be described as Viper’s closest friend, he also tended to be a wild card. Nothing cranked Sarge up more than breaking the rules. Going out and drinking while the club was hunting them would give Sarge a rush like no other.
With his attention on his brother, Viper could practically feel Cassie’s gaze bouncing between them. “Oh, um, I don’t think I’m up for it anyway,” she said, twisting the ends of her hair. She gave an uneasy chuckle.
Of course she wasn’t up for it. The poor girl hadn’t slept in days, had been roughed up, frightened out of her mind, and now she was with two bikers she didn’t know. Two bikers from the club who’d sold her. Getting blitzed and dancing the night away probably wouldn’t be on her radar for quite some time.
“Especially in this outfit. Plus, I need to shower.” She stepped out from under Viper’s hold and he immediately missed her soft weight against him. “But you guys go.”
She was crazy if she thought he’d leave her alone and defenseless in this piece of shit motel. Viper scowled at his brother. “I’m staying.”
Relief flashed across Cassie’s face.
“Okay,” Sarge said with a shrug. “Don’t wait up; I’ll be a solid few hours.” He winked at Cassie then started for the door.
Viper clenched his teeth. How the hell was he supposed to keep his hands off her now? Fuck, this was gonna take a feat of Hulk-like strength for fucking sure. That and a superhuman tolerance for blue balls. “Here. Take this.” Viper tossed the oversized keychain to Sarge who caught it with a downward swipe of his hand.
“The fuck is this?” Sarge stared down at the ridiculous key ring as though he was looking at a paternity test with a flashing plus sign.
Cassie giggled. “Think of it as an accessory.”
“Whatever. Be good, kids.” The door snicked shut, leaving Viper and Cassie alone in charged silence.
“Well, um, I guess I’m going to take a shower.” She looked everywhere but at him while fiddling with the string on his hoodie. Christ, when she took that thing off it was gonna fucking smell like her.
“All right,” he said. Hopefully she wouldn’t catch the strain in his voice. “Take your time.”
Without another word, she disappeared into the bathroom. He didn’t miss the distinct click echoing through the room like a gunshot as she engaged the lock. Guess that was that. Cassie didn’t want his company while showering.
Not that he blamed her. Christ, she’d been nearly raped, slated to be raped repeatedly by some sicko who bought her, and to top it all off she was a fucking virgin. Who the fuck made it past the age of seventeen with their V-card still tucked in their wallet? No one in his world.
Yet he had to admit, the idea of seeing her face morph in pleasure as she took a dick inside her for the first time made him hard as hell. Because it wouldn’t just be a dick, it’d be his dick pushing into her warm, wet heat and making her feel pleasure no man had before him.
Fuck, he was so damn turned on his cock had to be leaking like a sieve in his fucking briefs.
With a sigh, Viper dropped onto one of the beds. The damn thing creaked like it was made a hundred years ago. After kicking off his boots, he hefted his feet on the bed and flopped back. Damn, as shitty as the bed was, it felt incredible to be horizontal.
The comforting sound of the shower’s rushing water lulled him into a pensive state. Just one day, one twenty-four-hour period in his life had changed everything. Instead of rising to the top of a club he’d always considered part of his soul, he was on the run with only one friend and a girl who was worming her way deep under his skin.
He didn’t regret the decision to free Cassie, nor the decision to leave his club. It had to be done. Even at just twenty-one, Viper had a good handle on the type of man he was becoming. He couldn’t take part in what was going to happen to Cassie. Not with his history. He’d never be able to look in the mirror again.
The only potential regret was vanishing without speaking to his old man first. Fox would grieve the loss of his only son with a fierce and vengeful power. Viper’s disappearance would slice a wound that would never heal.
Truth be told, Fox would no doubt prefer Viper’s death to his abandonment of the club. What he and Sarge had done would be viewed as the ultimate betrayal. The greatest act of disloyalty. It would cut his father like nothing else.
