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“Hold up,” he said, eyes wide, suddenly more awake. “You’re ready to call it a wrap because I was worried about you?”
“It’s not exactly that,” I told him, shaking my head. “The lines are not as sharp as they used to be, and I’ve got too much going on to be wrapped up in any confusion. We’re sleeping together, and that’s all. You don’t get to question anything I do—especially for my club.”
“I’m notquestioning, I’m—”
“It’s late,” I spoke up, interrupting him. “I don’t have the energy for this.”
He pushed out a sigh and nodded. “Fine. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
I ended the call before he could say shit else to me and I was tempted to block his ass too, for good measure.
I wasn’t surewhyhis words had just irked me so much, but…ugh.
I blew out a sigh as my phone buzzed again, this time with a follow-up from Brandon.
The killer is a much better look for you – Presidente.
I rolled my eyes.
He barely knew Onyx and was onthistype of propaganda?
What the fuck was I missing?
He was always on me about being too hard on people—it was a quality I’d inherited from my father, and I knew it could be a little much sometimes.
Brandon wasn’t typically loose with his allegiance though. Between the two of us, yes, I was the one more ready and willing to question somebody’s loyalty, while he was more even keeled.
Nottrustingthough.
Not with thePredators, not in this manner, not to this degree.
So what was it about this dude he saw that I didn’t?
Who knows?
My eyelids were too heavy to dwell on it.
I closed my eyes, finally letting the excitement of the day float away, hoping sleep would find me easily.
It didn’t.
Instead, I found myself listening in the dark for any evidence that I wasn’t in my house alone. Anything tangible to blunt the insanity of the realization that I could just…feel him.
His scent was still in my nose, the heat of his gaze still burned into my skin, and it was making me feel more than a little ridiculous. Even in that very first moment, with my hands pinned behind me, the weight of his body trapping me against the door, making it hard to breathe, I was…
Aroused.
And now, still.
Shit.
Not giving myself a chance to think about it too hard, I reached into my bedside drawer for my vibrator.
Eyes closed, I pressed it between my legs, finding the sensitive mound of my clit. I turned myself over, face into my pillow, and I was back at the front door, damn near suffocating. Only this time, in my imagination, his hands were busy doing much more pleasurable things than keeping me pinned, pinching my nipples, playing between my legs.
My thighs clamped tight as my mouth opened in a muffled moan. I gasped into my pillow as the orgasm hit me harder than expected, faster than expected. Flipping over, I sucked in deep lungfuls of air as my stomach clenched in response to the steady stimulation, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I was numb between the legs, head buzzing with post-orgasm euphoria when I finally pressed the button to switch it off.
I pushed out a deep sigh as my eyes drifted closed again, knowing thatthis time, I wouldn’t have any trouble drifting off, now that the last of my energy was sufficiently drained.
I’d consider the implications of myowncomfort with having Onyx in my house overnight another time.
