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Panting, I turn her to face me and take her by the throat. I claim her mouth and kiss her until my racing pulse begins to calm.
This woman.
Fuck.
I could get fucking addicted to this.
Leaving the shower cubicle, we towel off the water and dress.
Once in the kitchen, Rory makes us coffee.
“About last night and this morning,” she says candidly, handing me a cup. “I don’t want you to worry. I had a full medical last month for work, and I got a clean bill of health.”
I never take a pussy unprotected, but somehow all rhyme and reason left me last night. And again, this morning.
“It’s not how I usually roll,” I assure her. “And I have to have medical clearance to fight, so you’re safe.”
She smiles at me over her coffee. “Then we should be okay.”
She’s fucking cute when she smiles.
Especially when she’s standing there in a tiny pair of shorts and a sweater hanging off one shoulder.
Before I realize it, I’m smiling back at her.
She notices the patch on my cut. “What does it mean to be a sergeant-at-arms?”
“It means I enforce the things my president wants enforced.”
Her eyes narrow with intrigue. “Sounds dangerous.”
She licks her lips, and I know I want to taste them again.
“Sometimes,” I say.
As SAA, I work closely beside my president and VP to make sure the club and their families are safe and that the interests of the club—like the cannabis crops—are protected. Sometimes that means getting blood on my hands.
The mood takes a strange turn.
“If I ask you something, will you answer truthfully?” she asks.
“I don’t lie.”
“How many men have you killed?”
The question should catch me off guard, but strangely it doesn’t. It makes me curious.
“You don’t ask if I’ve killed a man. Instead, you ask how many I’ve killed?”
“Because like I said to you last night, I know a killer when I see one.”
The harshness of her words is in complete contrast to the calm tone she uses.
“And where do you come from that you would know such a thing?”
“A lot of different men used to visit my uncle’s gym. Good guys. Bad guys. A few in between.”
“What constitutes a bad guy?”
